Bøger af Margareth Stewart

I never thought of myself as poet. Much to the opposite. I would rather regard myself as a writer, an ordinary writer, like someone who writes. Not that I fancy doing it as a fashionable trendy act; like lately, commonly posted in social media as one of the coolest jobs on Earth. I think much to the contrary of all that. I see it as painful as hell. One of a bleeding type. Moreover, if I may quote someone who bleeds well - Nietzsche! I think it as a sort of mission, perhaps too many sins, or maybe, an act of vanity, who know if not an exercise of humbleness... Yes, I live it as a paradox. This is also one of the reasons I deliberately make this edition free. It is not a career. For me, it is art. And, I take art as the place I give birth to new possibilities, testing new meanings, creating myself anew.My poems may have a little of everything. Some of them were officially written in front of the computer; others, I had to beg for a piece of paper and a pen in the middle of the street to write them down - otherwise, I would just forget it. There have been times; I had to park my car anywhere I could find to write them down. Sometimes, I had to write not to cry. This is where humanity begins - where we connect. For Mead, the anthropologist, it is when men fix each other's broken femur. For me, it is when I create a line that touches your heart. And, in between one poem and another, while laughing and crying, we exist. They are quite disruptive in forms, formats, content. I tend to avoid all sorts of classifications, and make them as diverse as they are. Experimental & raw - like life. They aim to bring something new in the horizon - something that maybe reshapes our ways for better futures.I called them Urban poems because they were mostly motivated by everyday situations. There is no grandiosity in the topics. It is what it is like - living in Century XXI. Too many things going on together. This is where I depart. I wish you enjoy the reading.

After his young family is killed during aerial bombings of France in WWII, Pierre survives in near despondency, eventually embarking on the vagabond life as his outlet for grief and for time to ponder revenge. Despite suffering continuous reflections of his tragic past, Pierre journeys across continents bestowing kindness to other troubled souls.The War is an intimate story of a man whose wife and children are killed during the bombardments of France in WWII. Devastated and embittered, Pierre leaves everything behind and embarks on an odyssey to bury his past in the darkest recesses of his mind. The journey, which lasts more than forty years, involves a sequence of events and coincidences that ultimately provide him with a new direction and a sense of purpose.

Margareth Stewart is a seasoned and accomplished author. This is her tenth published book. She lives and works in Brazil and is of Italian extraction. She prides herself in being multilingual and can speak Italian, English, and Portuguese fluently.When not writing Margareth works as a teacher. She relaxes by reading, cooking, jogging, and listening to music.Margareth's poetry is enthused with life experience and empathy. I am impressed by the poetry's quality. I drew my own interpretations from it. Only Margareth knows the true meaning of each poem, and that is the way it should be.Margareth writes in several different styles; some traditional, some prose and some with various degrees and formats of rhyme. In fact, the style and structure of each poem is never the same. This stimulated me and challenged me anew in my own interpretation of each poem. Many of the poems made my think of areas where I could develop my own poetry.Many subjects are covered. Margareth talks about maintaining self-worth, promoting positivity and living life to the full. She shows how man is just a pawn in the scheme of things. His threat to Nature, The Universe and humanity is examined. Many pieces reflect on love, isolation and rejection, as well as death, dreams and grief. Margareth stresses that it is time for action, rather than just talking, if we are to save the World from human interference. I was left wondering whether some of the poems were based in the real world or in a dream world. This made me think even more about their meaning. She also writes about the value of a woman's role in Society. This is an important subject at the moment, and so it should be.All in all, I love the book. I recommend it to read and it has been an honour to write an editorial for it.Regards,Jules Clare (in memorium)

Louise is a middle-aged woman with a successful career at her marketing agency in New York. On the verge of a stress breakdown, her doctor advises her to take a month holiday in a thermal spa- isolated from her duties. She travels to a small village in France, where she meets Madame-Sur-Seine. Madame used to be a famous Cabaret dancer who lived in Paris in the glorious years. Louise is immediately fond of her, and thinks she can help her with her personal affairs-especially her relationships with men. What begins as a daily tea-time meeting chat becomes a training program on pleasure, self-love, and freedom. Louise turns into a sexy and appealing woman-as she has never felt before. Eager to thank the secretive Cabaret dancer on her way back to N.Y., she doesn't understand why no one answers the door when she knocks at it. She returns to her agency, but she cannot forget Madame. The way she can show her gratitude towards Madame is by applying her lessons to her daily life.Iconic. A life with pleasure. The book all women should read in their 30s.

My poems may have a little of everything. Some of them were officially written in front of the computer; others, I had to beg for a piece of paper and a pen in the middle of the street to write them down - otherwise, I would just forget it. There have been times; I had to park my car anywhere I could find to write them down. Sometimes, I had to write not to cry. This is where humanity begins - where we connect. For Mead, the anthropologist, it is when men fix each other's broken femur. For me, it is when I create a line that touches your heart. And, in between one poem and another, while laughing and crying, we exist. They are quite disruptive in forms, formats, content. I tend to avoid all sorts of classifications, and make them as diverse as they are. Experimental & raw - like life. They aim to bring something new in the horizon - something that maybe reshapes our ways for better futures. I called them Urban poems because they were mostly motivated by everyday situations. I wish you enjoy the reading.