Paul Stewart
Bio
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection is now available!
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Success at Failure
Often, the hardest pill to swallow, the one that sticks in your throat and causes you to nearly choke, is the one that teaches you the best lesson. That was the case for Ol' Albie, a good friend of my parents when I was growing up. He was a success at everything in life. Had a great job, was considered the best in his field, had an amazing car, beautiful wife and three exceptional kids, one of which was my best friend at the time. My father always claimed that Albie was matchless, special and whatnot. I wasn't so sure and felt he was just talking pish.
By Paul Stewart30 days ago in Fiction
In the Shadow of The Monolith
We all remember the day. The day "it" first appeared. It appeared on the horizon, on the edge of town, with no rhyme or reason for why it was there or even what it was. Some called it the monument, others the monolith, or even the menhir. Our seemingly idyllic paradise was forever changed. The blue skies that once offered a glorious sight were now clouded in uncertainty and unease. The sun and its egg-yolk vibrancy were now tainted with a blueish-grey. The scent of the pine and the wildflowers surrounding our little village were now poisoned with the acrid fumes of distrust and disharmony.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Fiction
In Meam Commemorationem
As I stand on the brink, at the breach, I wonder if they will remember, if they will take note of my passing. In a world full of big personalities, big moments, big ideologies, the small and lonely are often the forgotten. I hope I am not. Time will tell.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Fiction
01.01.2080 - The End
Light years away, they watched and waited. Aware mankind would continue ignoring mistakes of its past, that hate leads to hate. They had the solution in their mind’s eyes, but never put love and kindness into practice. So, marked the date 01.01.2080 and set a course for our blue planet.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Fiction