Author Archives: Jim Stewart
Gibbous Moon
A gibbous moon hangs in a treeNot quite full but it’s getting thereShows me what you mean to meI’m not going anywhere Its light washes my open eyesAnd leaks behind my wallsIt opens my doors and triesTo steady my soul … Continue reading
Haiku: Well Rested Bulls (for Martha)
Elk resting easy;We all managed our distance;They were unconcerned. (elk photo: Jim Stewart)
When Your Cover is Blown
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
Oh, Manifesto
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
Haiku–Cardinal Sin
A Cardinal sin might be pedophilia; or poop in the nest. (Cardinals: religionandpolitics.org; Cardinal: wallpapercave.com)
A Hole in My Ho Ho
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
If There Are No Dogs in Heaven
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
Snap
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
Guest in My Swamp
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