Author Archives: Jim Stewart

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

Posted in communication, Conversation, Coyote, Friendship, future, Home, Humans, Uncategorized, Wildlife | Tagged , , , , | 5 Comments

The Time I Did Not Give Brian Doyle a Piggy-Back Ride

Posted on December 17, 2019

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 →

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A prayer for my friend Brian Doyle and my grandpuppy Toulouse

Posted on November 1, 2019

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 →

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