Author Archives: Jim Stewart

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair

get on the bus.

Posted on July 20, 2020

Originally posted on I didn't have my glasses on….:
what an adventure it would be to travel on the ‘make america kind again’ bus ? — “human kindness has never weakened the stamina or softened the figure of a…

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Just Wear the Damn Mask

Posted on July 11, 2020

Don’t breathe on me! I am deeply flawed and your breath could carry me to a far shore where my friends won’t find me. Your cavalier ignorance defies kindness and care. Your harm is wanton. Do you miss home that … Continue reading →

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Haiku: Ninety or Nothin’

Posted on May 21, 2020

(For my friend and compadre Bud Hedrick on his 90th birthday, May 22. ~JimS) Birthdays and race dayscan both have the same feeling:ninety or nothin’ (Motorcycle: checkers.com; Bud and Jim: Jim; and go visit https://budhedrick.blogspot.com/)

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Birth Times: Two

Posted on April 20, 2020

(Another essay tired of languishing without a home. ~JimS) As far as mysteries go, birth is the only event I can think of that rivals death in its head-scratching miraculous reality. Humans make a big deal of it. I don’t … Continue reading →

Posted in Baby, birth, family, History, Humans, humor, Life, Marriage, memory, Oregon, rite-of-passage, Uncategorized, Universe | Tagged , , , | 9 Comments

In Her Wings

Posted on April 10, 2020

(for John Prine) The Universe held mein her wings today;I could feel her heart beatright next to mine.She gathered all my sadnessand tucked it awaysomewhere out past JupiterI couldn’t find. Sometimes you just haveto give it up,accept the help you … Continue reading →

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Haiku: Days of Sand

Posted on April 7, 2020

Sand under my wheels–Ain’t no words for how it feels–Just one of those deals. (Photo: Narble Furt)

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Haiku: Each Breath

Posted on April 6, 2020

Gratitude for each breath is a verse that goes onuntil the song ends. Be well; be safe; be kind. (Photo: Narble Furt)

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The Quiet

Posted on March 20, 2020

Another essay I want to share. I’d rather have it sit here on narble.blog than hide in my directory structure. ~JimS. It’s late evening. I’m standing on a front porch in Gearhart, Oregon, on the dune I’ve come to call … Continue reading →

Posted in Absolutes, Baby, birth, Consciousness, Evolution, Gratitude, Humans, Oregon, Pollution, religion, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 3 Comments

The Ecology of Gratitude

Posted on March 9, 2020

I’m clearing the decks. Here’s another essay nobody will publish. JimS. Ah, gratitude: a simple way to honor the place in which you find yourself, an emotion that encompasses the breadth of a life and lights the sometimes stony path … Continue reading →

Posted in Dog, family, Friendship, Gratitude, Home, Hope, Humans, humor, Kids, laughing, Oregon, pals, parents, prayer, Wisdom | Tagged , , , | 8 Comments

Coyote Comes Callin’

Posted on March 3, 2020

I’m posting this here because I am very tired of rejection notes telling me it doesn’t really fit in <insert publication>. Yes, I understand it’s an ongoing process, but with this piece, which I really like, I’m just absolutely sick … Continue reading →

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