Paul Stewart

Joined March 2021

1318 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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By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
untitled and dirtied = existence
it's the dirt, it sticks it's ours, mine, yours, it's old, new it's existential
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Sketches, Screams, and Streams (into the Great Wide Open and Black, Unforgiving Abyss)
Argh, Wilhelm Scream, Primal Scream, to oblivion Argh, sometimes I just want to break down and scream, shout, punch and kick
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Earth
Broken Bonds, But Bonds Still
Dreamy shoegaze intro with layered guitars, synth and fretless bassline, and snare-heavy drums Verse 1 (Dreamy shoegaze guitars, ethereal vocals that hang back in the mix a la My Bloody Valentine and softer snare-heavy drums)
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Beat
The Silence of Justice
When people think of the word "atrocities" they think of events like Tiananmen Square, Rwanda, and 9/11. No one would argue otherwise. However, it's important to note that not all atrocities are world-impacting and in the history books. Some happen on a much smaller scale, but for those involved, they become their whole world. Atrocities like domestic violence and sexual abuse. Atrocities like domestic violence and sexual abuse. Like parricide, matricide, patricide, filicide.
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Fiction
Broken Bonds, But Bonds Still
melted butter on my lips a lifetime on those hips light, gentle tongue slips just as my heart does flips - passion fascination fashion
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Mine. At Last.
At last, we danced across a dancefloor of broken dreams. At last, we danced, though you played hard to get, so nonchalant to my advances. Lured me in as Etta James did sing.
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Fiction
Sickophancy Fallacy
I've been thinking about the word ingratiate how it sounds rolling off my tongue, it sticks in my throat, distasteful disdain, the refrain
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
My Warehouse
my mind is a warehouse of remembered regrets and forgotten dreams of past mistakes and forsaken ideals where my wretched
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
The Hottie, The Heimlich and Parking Tickets. Top Story - March 2025.
"So, it happened one morning during the coffee run for my team. I say "my team" when it was more Joyce's team. She was project manager and had over 20 years of experience, as she never failed to mention.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Humor
The Song Continues
Just breathe (though the) creeping shadows and inhale (while the) weeping willows and exhale (as the) sleeping hollows
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
Are We Just Lost?
are you my Gozer (if Gozer is the very essence) is Gozer a metaphor for evil? am I your Grover (and Grover the very presence)
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets