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 Work is Received
As I wake and feel the sun has not forgotten me, I rise and meditate, trepidate. I let the brightness cast shadows against the wall behind my bed as I reflect. Another day. Another chance. I take my leave from the bed and prepare a soothing balm. I apply it daily, morning, noon, and night, using the preserving solution I was taught to prepare, along with cleansers of aloe vera and coconut oil. I tend the flesh to keep it lean, to keep it fresh.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
Subtitled
Precursor to greatness Or hints of provocation The epigraphic prelude Before the lingual deluge Or claustrophobic constraint Dressed up as your formatting norm - The ruse is up before the first line Is uttered and understood - A simple poem or by author’s name Or fancy like “After the Road Less Travelled” - Straitjacket to creative surprise Like placards with applause and canned laughter - White space forgotten As the liminal poesy precipice Before the drop Into literary intrigue and lambastery
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
Masterpiece. Content Warning.
Francis had a very close and intimate relationship with his manhood. Although he would never publicly attest to the irrefutable truth, he would state in the comfort of his own home, with no hint of irony, that his penis was his best friend.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
Mostly Water
Thyme and sage Wisdom on page Not a philosopher Barely a poet Switch blade Suicide Not a philosopher Rarely a footnote List. List. To sea. The s ea Not a philosopher As the waves c rash free from r ock poo ls and buoyed la goons (They consume.) Early destructor Trying to make 75% (water)whole When. Of water S ource m eets ve ssel Facilitation is takenNot offered. As I sit by the waters edge, fee ding pig eonsreminiscing I feel a clarity e mergefrom beneath the b,(r)each of the fog. Survival is as much within grasp as total era sure Not a philoso.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
Refusal
Bullshit . This is bullshit . This That . Old jazzy analogy where the gasps and gaps hold importance . . White space empty . As important as your poesy prose eroticised linguistics . . How the page commands and dominates . The words . Butchered . For consumers Feasters . . Fervent poetry junkies Getting their fix Ravenous . . There’s always some motherfucker waiting to tell you what you can’t do . Spread it wide spread it thin i will . Lose or gain meaning . fuck and clarity . you . in the spaces . up . . .
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
Happiness and Light Unofficial Challenge - The Results!
What’s a judge to do? We had so many happy, bouncy, flouncy, bibbidy boppy (Shout out to Cristal for that phrase that has remained in our grumpy brains since we read her original entry. Alas, we went with an older, more sincere one, but you should still check it out - Paul) entries that this pair of surly curmudgeons were flummoxed by Schmaltz, zest for life and woo woo so deep we had to don waders to work our way through it. And we are both stoked that 4 of you earned Top Stories (20% of entrants)! We received eighteen entries for the Optimistic phase of the challenge that were chock-a-block with rainbows, fluffy critters, and sprites. For the Sarcastic phase of the challenge, we had two entrants who gleefully brought cold hard reality down on the optimistic entries like a couple of kids playing two-fisted Wack-a-Mole.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Writers
