All posts by Jack Stewart

About Jack Stewart

Jack Steven John-Paul Stewart is a longtime supporter and devourer of many delicious kinds of processed deli foods, hotdogs, and cheeses. Billed nationwide as The Inconsistent Oracle and Itinerant Shaman, Jack was born into this world at the bitter end of the 20th Century somewhere in the vast hotbed of remote obscurity that is the Mojave desert. That he managed to somehow stumble his way back and forth across the dystopian technopolis of the United States, travel under the vast blue oblivion of the Pacific Ocean, and founded a nearly invisible publishing career with his first few novels, is something of a Delphine Mystery. He lives with his ever patient and long suffering wife and their menagerie of mechanical pets in another equally vast, remote, and obscure northern New Mexican desert.

Spoon

Micro Shorts!,

I roll over in the bed and wrap my arms around my wife. As usual, she is cold and stiff but soon loosens up and spoons against me. We lay there in the quiet, sharing my warmth. I think of her death three years ago, wondering as always when I will have the courage to bury her.

And now my bedsheets smell like you.

Vampire Raves

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The DJ cut out the booming music and leaned into the microphone, “Listen up, people! How many are you are human?” A laugh passed through the crowd as everyone looked at the party goers around them. Sensing a joke, many raised their hands. Knowing it wasn’t, the others didn’t. “Ah, ha, ha! Then the rest of you…let’s eat!”

That feeling you get when… Artwork by the sublime Adam Archer! (c) 2020