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 Weight of Nothing, Something
Darkness, impenetrable intangible, casts its unrelenting shadow over me. Reprieve and relief have become obscure ideals, experiential relics of a past the memory of which slowly dissipates into nothing. People tend to misunderstand nothing. In its own cruel way, nothing is something. When it's your only something, you cling to it as I cling to it. I've long forgotten what it felt like to have something—anything worthy of pride and a sense of achievement. “True hope... is swift." "True hope is swift... and flies with swallow's wings. Kings it makes gods and meaner creatures kings." What is hope?
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Frost's Grasp
Dear, whomever this letter reaches, In the desperation, last ditched notion of legacy, I wrote it. I want to remember, to hold onto the feeling of the quiet cold of the world awakening and the bite across my bare pale flesh as the sun shines, though its power is bereft and left us. I sit and ponder existence, purchase and agency as my skin becomes taut and blemished by the pierce of the frozen, meeting the warmth that still pumps through my body. The frost has taken its grip at Jack Frost’s behest. When you channel power toward a cause—one you have no reason to belong to—do you truly have agency? Especially when Jack’s bitter hand rests on your shoulder, promising a better future than the past you’ve endured.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
It May Feel Bad: The Soundtrack of My Year. Runner-Up in The Soundtrack of Your Year Challenge.
Looking back, 2024 wasn’t the year I’d hoped for. Yet, through the valleys and peaks, music—and the people closest to me—helped me find moments of joy, loss, and resilience.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Beat
all the brooding flowers by B.G. Craig In Review
Guess who's back with a brand new review. Me, silly. I am delighted to share with you my thoughts on what is not just a truly sublime collection of poetry, but a work of art too. The poetry collection is "all the brooding flowers" by B.G. Craig (Who goes by Bri Craig on this platform).
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in BookClub
To My Dark Shadow
To the darkest shadow I know, The shadow you cast over my life, is often too transparent, too slight for the eyes to see. The epitome of sleight of hand or an optical illusion. Hallucination—You'd surely have me believe that's all you were. Without a tangible form I could point to, trying to describe you would make me look crazy. A figment of my imagination. Something I can only ever use as an excuse when I get things wrong. A scapegoat, you might say in all your melodramatic monologues.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Humans
