Paul Stewart
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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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The Shadows of War Overseas and Home. Honorable Mention in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
My Dear Emilia, I first write of my unending love and devotion to you and our beautiful bairns. I miss you with every waking hour, and since I left for the Crimean Peninsula, I have missed your entrancing green eyes and the way your gentle fair hair drapes over your shoulders. How I long, when sitting among my brothers in arms, to hold you once more. Feel your delicate hair against my chest and your breath against my skin.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in History
Scottish, Italian and Not a Football Fan
For this week's piece for my ABCommunities Challenge, in which I will be writing a piece in a different community here on Vocal every week of the year, in alphabetical order as they appear on the Communities page, it's time to write in Cleats.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Cleats
The Little Matchstick Girl
The little girl, pale, frail with dirty tresses of blonde hair, stood in the dark and the cold, selling matchsticks. They were all she had, aside from the rags on her back, from home. Not that the cottage where she once lived could ever be really called a home.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Fiction
The Real Tale of the Woman Who Lived in a Shoe
Once there was an old woman who lived in a shoe, who had so many children she didn't know what to do. The fathers were nowhere to be seen, and as the oldest turned 18, he was no longer a boy and becoming a man. He had seen first hand the cruel and selfish nature of too many of his kind. His mother's insatiable lust and senseless need for companionship....the poverty caused by the King and the Queen and their covetness for all the wealth and crops in the land.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Fiction
That. Is. Love.
When you can't face the mirror and can't face the stormy weather— Alone. When you're sick, weak and want to curl up and succumb to your symptoms. When you have the very best news possible, and there's only one person you want to share these experiences with.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
