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Author Archives: Jim Stewart
The Quiet
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 birth, Evolution, Humans, monotheism, religion
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The Ecology of Gratitude
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
Coyote Comes Callin’
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
Posted in communication, Conversation, Coyote, Friendship, future, Home, Humans, Uncategorized, Wildlife
Tagged communication between species, coyote, humor, Portland Oregon, urban coyote
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The Time I Did Not Give Brian Doyle a Piggy-Back Ride
I’m staying with the Brian theme one more time.–jrs Writers write, but authors have to do other stuff as well. Some of that stuff involves traveling around, reading some of what you’ve written, and discussing the sometimes mysterious differences between … Continue reading
Posted in Brian Doyle, Conversation, humor, laughing, memory, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged author, brain, work, workshop, writers, writing
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A prayer for my friend Brian Doyle and my grandpuppy Toulouse
This uses the form Brian invented for his Book of Uncommon Prayer and is used here out of deep profound respect–jrs Who never met but I would offer a few years off my life to watch them measure each other. … Continue reading
Posted in Brian Doyle, Catholicism, Dogs, Otters, prayer, Writing
Tagged Brian Doyle, dogs, heaven, Otters, writers
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Muselessness
I’m supposed to be finishing a novel but I’m not. It’s a murky late summer day with an uncertain sky and a directionally challenged breeze smelling of salt and fir, marsh and cedar. My characters are all hovering around the … Continue reading
Posted in Absolutes, animals, Brian Doyle, Dog, Dogs, Gratitude, Novel, Slice of Life, Uncategorized, William Stafford, Writing
Tagged craft, Paul Zarzyski, Toulouse, writers, writing
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“Mister…?”
A young boy, dressed in clean but threadbare jeans and a shirt that might have once been red, took in my leathers and my road-weary black Harley. He then shot me a look that was older than he was. “Mister? … Continue reading
Posted in Action-adventure, Aging, Conversation, Harley Davdson, Life, men, Motorcycles, Narble Furt, Riding, Slice of Life, story excerpt, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged harley, motorcycle, Riding, rite-of-passage
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Cleavage Trap
Her passionate eyesheld mine as she elegantlyvoiced her heart’s intent.When she looked awayI snuck a peek into her cleavageand immediately looked up,embarrassed, apologizingto the sky and allthe women in my heart.But I chanced another glance as soon as I could. … Continue reading
Posted in boobs, cleavage, Friendship, Humans, humor, laughing, men, Narble Furt, Poem, Satire, women
Tagged cleavage, human nature, men looking, ogling
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Quiet Despair
The mirror barksa noiseless disdain;the backward eyesshadow quiet despair;a vacancy of intent, wherea blink hides nothing. (image: the americanconservative.com)
Amble du Jour
The dog catches my eyeand whines his question:“Now, Boss, now?”An idea: the smell of saltopens my mind.I laugh and nod.He stands with a clatterof claws on hardwood,tail high and boisterous, ashe prances around the couch.His eager head presses throughthe red … Continue reading
