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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To an outsider, especially one without a big, loud and proud family, visiting the Lombardi household for Sunday dinner must have been a strange experience. The children were allowed to, almost encouraged to run riot around the place. They would run around their Nonna's home and treat it like their own assualt course. Jumping over and onto couches, rolling and crawling under tables and sneaking up on unsuspecting family members to attack-cuddle and scare them. Really, they were doing anything they could to be little menaces, without actually hurting anyone or damaging anything deliberately.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Dana
Dear Dana, Thank you for being a generous guy with your time and feedback. You are a positive, solid rock of a fella and although we only know each other through our work and our comment-conversations, I'm rather fond of you. I figured I'd steal Heather's letter challenge idea to write to a few choice people. I won't be writing to everyone but have chosen a few and right at the top of the list was you. Okay, you may not have been top of the list. I mean, Kayleigh is Scottish...so she's up there higher. Dharrsheena has been a follower since day one...so she's up there. Heather's up there...Kristen...Brin...Celia in the Underland...Naomi...Mackenzie...Kelli...there's a lot, sorry. But, you are up there somewhere at least.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Writers
Dear Natasha. Content Warning.
I found this letter in a box in our attic. Make of it what you will. Dear Natasha, My zestful one, It has been almost a year since I last set my browns on your beautiful pools of green and I still feel as pained to my very core as I did the day you walked out of my life. I know we had many ups and downs, but I still cannot connect the dots to really truly understand what actually went wrong. Was I a perfect man? No, I would never make such a ridiculous claim. If anything, I am always the first to point out my flaws, to a fault. The first time we met, if my memory serves me well, I introduced myself as the least successful person I knew. It made you laugh and I feel drew you to me. We did kiss at the end of that first date. So, I guess score me. The point is - I am an imperfect individual. But so, my dearest, darling, Tasha, are you. Remember the fight we had when you "accidentally" sold my most prized possession from my childhood, without so much of a mention to me. I still miss that Spice Girls Calender. It was signed, sealed and would have meant we had a wonderful honeymoon, not that we ever got to that stage anyway.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Unspoken Reality. Content Warning.
As Martin stood over Diane, looking deep into her eyes, he remembered back all those months ago to the first time they met. It was a charity gala that his company was invited to attend and as she was the chief of police, she was there to represent the department. Martin had always had a problem with these events, because he felt most attendees missed the point and were only in it to advantage their career and reputation. That was why he was initially reluctant to approach Diane. If it were not for her flowing golden-coloured locks that caught the light of the hall the event took place in as she mingled with the guests, he might not have bothered.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Old Couple Sitting on a Bench
Do you ever see a couple sitting on a bench, and wonder a little too much about what brought them to that point, no not on the bench, but to that point in their lives, the highs the lows, the fast, the slow, the ups, the downs, the in and outs,
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
JOMO>FOMO. Content Warning.
Each and every single person across the planet has a purpose beyond just breathing and taking up space that may take them a long time to figure out but that does not mean they are any less important than anyone who has their shit figured out.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
