(I write therefore I am)

Happy World Poetry Day 2022. Instead of making a video reading this year (you can watch any of my previous poetry readings on my YouTube) I thought I’d let you know about my recent poetry books and share a sample poem from each collection:

The Redundancy of Tautology (Cyberwit Publishing, 2021)

Ripe Fruit


Will I ever grow up?

The vine says no

Which vine?

Not the grape vine-

the vine with spreading lianas

the vine delving into

the depths of a slumbering



Why bother growing up?

When the acrid clouds are waiting…


It is better to stay

young and unplucked

free of herbicide,

free of pesticide,


hanging on the vine.


Many of the poems in The Redundancy of Tautology were first published in print and online literary journals. If you want to read some more, you can check out the following links:

The Redundancy of Tautology” first published in Dead Snakes Magazine, 2016.

New-sense” first published in The Open Mouse, 2014.

A faraday cage will keep you safe, Thou dost protest too much, Life is a-changing, Long haul, Show not tell, Ripe fruit” first published in Mudjob Magazine, 2013

Landmass” first published in Jellyfish Whispers, 2013.

English Litter-ature” first published in Boyslut Magazine, 2013.

Chemotherapy for the Soul (Fowlpox Press, 2017)

Rose Tinted

(First published in Nostrovia Magazine, Feb 2011)


I composed this poem for you

in my head,

in another lifetime,

when we were hatchlings.

We saw the world then

through our rose tinted glasses.


But when we took them off,

the world was askew.

We saw the citadel

for what it was.

I held your hand

as the facade crumbled.


The remnants of a world long lost

will fade behind that fake fortress.


Together we’ll bury the pieces

in the dust

and wait for the half life to pass.

But we’ll survive

because we’re strong

and most of all

because we’re smart.


A Model Archaeologist (Eyewear Publishing, 2015)

Clay Tablet


One day

I intend to write a poem

on a clay tablet


I figure

this is the only ticket to eternity

that a human will ever have


Even if

the world falls apart, my poem,

on its clay tablet, will last


Burn it

and it will be sealed forever,



Technology will fail

yet my poem will live for eons

under the rubble


I’ll make sure

to write something crude, lairy,

simply to offend the future generations


Ice can come and go

but the drumlins won’t wipe me out

my tablet will be waiting


For someone,

or something, to dig it out,

fuss over it, then probably throw it


onto a spoil heap.

About Leilanie Stewart

Leilanie Stewart is an author and poet from Belfast, Northern Ireland. She has written four novels, including award-winning ghost horror, The Blue Man, as well as three poetry collections. Her writing confronts the nature of self; her novels feature main characters on a dark psychological journey who have a crisis of identity and create a new sense of being. She began writing for publication while working as an English teacher in Japan, a career pathway that has influenced themes in her writing. Her former career as an Archaeologist has also inspired her writing and she has incorporated elements of archaeology and mythology into both her fiction and poetry. In addition to promoting her own work, Leilanie runs Bindweed Magazine, a creative writing literary journal with her writer husband, Joseph Robert. Aside from publishing pursuits, Leilanie enjoys spending time with her husband and their lively literary lad, a voracious reader of sea monster books. CONNECT WITH ME ON SOCIAL MEDIA: https://mailchi.mp/75c5a1ad6956/leilanie-stewart-author-info

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