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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As The Snow Falls
It was a cold, quiet December morning as the snow fell and nature itself conspired to bury the truth, a blood-curdling scream pierced the serenity. The scream came after a simple argument that led to my wife storming out and stumbling into my study for the first time in years. She’d found my secret. I knew as I walked slowly to the doorway, she was slumped against the bookcase in shock. There was no escape from the inevitable. “Yes, darling. I’ve been testing pain thresholds—and now, it’s your turn,” I smiled, locked the door, and sealed her fate.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
scratches in my mind - the question
pushed to a corner would you ask... ask the question despite the answer * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: as a break between the Sensational II entries and before I work on my entry for Kenny Penn's "Frighten Me! Please?" and Sarah Parker's "Horror Micro-fiction (Unofficial Challenge)", I thought it was time for another entry in my long-running "scratches in my mind" series of thought-provoking Senryū!
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Art Beyond Permission—Understanding
For many years. Years that proceeded my forays into different mediums of art. oh, to lie I had suitably, I thought, left to the upper echelons and those who had "deep understandings of the crafts they chose to pursue" to enjoy and consume, let alone create it myself.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Sensational Me!
Listen to the sound of D'Angelo's elegant sensuality filling the room, the slow jam to end all slow jams, as I stand before you all, a simple poet, with simple hopes and dreams, ideas bigger than his station. Call me Eregion's Lord in poetic terms as I let the smooth sexuality of the undisputed king of R'n'B take hold of me. The sound's electricity across my soon to be, well, you'll see, skin.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Sensory Key/Time-Jump Alchemy
My thoughts, they always wander to you, to—the memory of your love—how it felt, unconditional-non-judgemental. The warmth of your embrace, left cheek, right cheek kiss and a strong sense of belonging to something beyond my own mortal shell.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Gammy Arm of the Law?
Sitting at the large table in the opulently decorated dining room of Vocalswood Manor, I felt uncomfortable. Though the food was edible, I have had more comfortable meals at Her Majesty's Pleasure. I know people were looking at my arm. They always did. Even when they tried to pretend otherwise, their eyes would wander to the lifeless limb that was still attached to my healthy body.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
