Author Archives: Jim Stewart

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair

God Without Religion (for Barry Lopez)

Posted on May 20, 2022 by Jim Stewart

Maybe our star is just an orb of fusion held by gravity and physics to apply energy to our little nonet here atthe spiral edge of a galaxy we can almost comprehend with the awareness we have acquired over our … Continue reading →

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Haiku: Well Rested Bulls (for Martha)

Posted on February 6, 2022 by Jim Stewart

Elk resting easy;We all managed our distance;They were unconcerned. (elk photo: Jim Stewart)

Posted in animals, elk, Haiku, nature, Oregon, pals, Poem, Wildlife | Tagged , , | 10 Comments

When Your Cover is Blown

Posted on January 31, 2022 by Jim Stewart

Hobnobbin’ with a dangerous crewNo time to worry, too much to doMakin’ my way through a forest of timeDirection might slip and turn on a dime It’s reading like a story in a news magazineTelling me my brain is a … Continue reading →

Posted in Lyrics, Poem, Truth, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 4 Comments

Oh, Manifesto

Posted on January 28, 2022 by Jim Stewart

I believe: We are all miracles;Even the sun, someday, must die;The ocean is patient;Unfettered capitalists are impatient;All genders need love. Poverty doesn’t arise from a lack of ambition;Skin is a marvelous organ whose color is irrelevant to character;Forgiveness and gratitude … Continue reading →

Posted in Birds, eagles, Life, Poem | Tagged , , | 7 Comments

Haiku–Cardinal Sin

Posted on January 21, 2022 by Jim Stewart

A Cardinal sin might be pedophilia; or poop in the nest. (Cardinals: religionandpolitics.org; Cardinal: wallpapercave.com)

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A Hole in My Ho Ho

Posted on December 25, 2021 by Jim Stewart

This has been the first Christmas in many years without you. Ah, buddy, I miss you so. There really is a hole in my ho ho. I’m still saying goodnight to you when I turn off the light. I may … Continue reading →

Posted in Beach, Bedtime, Dog, Friendship, Letters from elsewhere, Slice of Death | Tagged , , , | 19 Comments

If There Are No Dogs in Heaven

Posted on August 17, 2021 by Jim Stewart

Always glad to see meAlways at my side;I need to say this clearlySo it’s obvious when I die;I’ll stop the bus on the wayUntil I surely know:If there are no dogs in heaven,I don’t want to go. Walking in the … Continue reading →

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Snap

Posted on August 13, 2021 by Jim Stewart

She slept on the floor by the side of my bed,Snoring softly in the darkness.When it was time, she’d awaken me gently andI’d reluctantly lurch with her to the front door;Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, clear, rain, wind, snow…it didn’t matter;I’d … Continue reading →

Posted in Childhood, Dog, Friendship, Poem, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 15 Comments

Guest in My Swamp

Posted on July 18, 2021 by Jim Stewart

Reading Brian Doyle and it’s likeHe took a vacation in my head, with a canoe orKayak, paddling around the marsh collecting lilyPads and skunk cabbages, so prevalent in the dark spots,And weaving them into a poem that speaksExactly to me … Continue reading →

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Haiku: Still Winter

Posted on February 27, 2021 by Jim Stewart

All day cold north wind;Spits of rain from time to time.It is still winter. (Ecola Point: Jim Stewart)

Posted in Beach, Haiku, Home, Life, Ocean, Oregon, Poem, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 6 Comments