Author Archives: Jim Stewart

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair

Haiku–Talent

Posted on April 26, 2018

Talent don’t mean shit. It’s what you do with it to make the world better. (graphics: CCO Creative Commons)   Advertisements

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Under the Rug

Posted on April 20, 2018

Unbridled sadness sweeps me under the rug on the floor of oblivion, where cringing and standing tall are the same. My oceans are vast, my salmon are few, swimming with me under this rug; my heart is a defiant afterthought. … Continue reading →

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Reading Admonition

Posted on March 16, 2018

Reading poems– a bronkbuster, a recovered drunk, a morning iconoclast; all tell me: write something with velocity, not half fast.   (Paul Zarzyski: Gordon Stevens; Richard Hugo: Hugo House;  William Stafford: American Academy of Poets)

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A Poem Comes

Posted on March 2, 2018

My impatience robs me of my observance, but sharpens my pen. I slice my ego into quivering hunks of silvery fatback, sputtering in the skillet I heat with my heart. Shame fits me too well. I am only as good … Continue reading →

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Haiku: Rain, Rain

Posted on February 16, 2018

Rain, rain, come and stay; all the green loves every day. Rain, rain, time to play. (iStock)

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Dead of Night

Posted on January 20, 2018

Pulled out of Tonopah at half-past last heading up ninety-five. Rocks were glowing—sand was blowing, saw absolutely nothing alive. Realized then: what did I know, is there anything real I see? This highway runnin’ in the dead of night is … Continue reading →

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Smallity

Posted on November 8, 2017

We are sometimes so small, me especially. About small things. We get miffed because somebody asks us to do something and we are distracted from what we’re pretending to think about even if what we’re thinking about is banal an … Continue reading →

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A Celebration of Brian Doyle

Posted on October 3, 2017

Wonderful piece by Michael McGregor. Check it out: https://magazine.nd.edu/news/the-story-catcher/

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Mystery Bird

Posted on September 26, 2017

A whirring tumble of notes; a small dark bird I cannot identify— no name where the song might hang. There is only sound. This morning arpeggio startles me. I find the singer on a high wire beak open, breath inflating … Continue reading →

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Haiku–The Nose Knows

Posted on September 15, 2017

In what we call stink a wealth of information finds your active brain. (photo: *Toulouse as a youngster–jrs; *model for Bucket in Ochoco Reach)

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