Paul Stewart

Joined March 2021

1339 stories

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Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!

Streams and Scratches in My Mind coming soon!

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Bile
~ ~ bile ~ ~ rises in me as I think of the pain ~ Pain ~ ~ ferments in me as I think of the grief ~ Grief ~ ~
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Regards, RIP. Content Warning.
Dearest Graham, By the time you read this, it will already be too late. For you. I have been wanting to write to you for a long time now. But so often, when I try to write what I wanted to say, I stumble over my words and then scrap the draft completely. You see, you were my everything for so long. I mean that very literally, as you damn well know. I had been isolated slowly and gradually from all of the people who loved and cared for me. That was your sly and calculated plan all along, wasn’t it?
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Horror
The Virgin’s Offering. Content Warning.
Čachtice Castle . Oh Gracious Lady Bathory, Soak my innards in ceremonial wine, poison my soul in the bitter blood.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Fiction
Pretty Ruin
See me fall pretty la petite mort, mort d'amour ripped foliage bare * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: This is doing double duty for both the Falling Leaves and Haunted Echoes challenges.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
We Eat Our Young
paintings can't hurt you... beware — selfish man and gods for we eat our young. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another horrorish haiku for the Haunted Echoes challenge. This time, after several poems inspired by paintings by Picasso, Brueghel, Friedrich, Raphael, and Caravaggio. This time it is Goya who can play as muse to this writer, me, while also scratching his itch.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Eterna
As we take shelter 'neath an old oak tree, we contemplate life, ad astra per aspera. For as this mighty oak stands for centuries,
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Ching-Ching Old Marley
Dereck looked out from his Prius, with a sense of indignity at the malevolence all around him Penning the woven words of woe and dispassionate despair, he waits,
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
A Requiem to the Lordes of Poetry
Poetry is my blood it's full of pretension, that's a word, don't look it up, it's a word. Trust me and trust my pen.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Petrichor Between Us
I ponder if you wait long enough. The universe will intercede, interject a prolonged separation from humanity. If merely sitting, doing little to cause ripples—would that eventually create causation, and would the universe answer?
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Fiction
Consecration and Desecration
Illumination consecrates, e'en mates In the heat of night, we take our delight Infiltrate the contract, moonstruck creates
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Elegy of Leaves
dance in crisp delight Chlorophyll lamentation naked trees evoke * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another entry for the Falling Leaves Challenge.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Fractured Reflections. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge. Content Warning.
Bowel movement, shower, dressed for the day ahead. Toast, marmalade, of course. Coffee, black, indubitably. Doom scroll for ten minutes before grabbing my wallet and keys. Out the door to, out the driveway for 9.30. Plenty of time to get across town to my employers.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Fiction