Author Archives: Jim Stewart

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair

Haiku: Still Winter

All day cold north wind;Spits of rain from time to time.It is still winter. (Ecola Point: Jim Stewart)

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Listen

Listen. That’s good; now listen some more. Good. Why is itthat when you focus on listening,it seems to get quieter? Maybe it is your self that quiets. (ear: kidshealth.org.nz; horizon: wallup.net)

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Barry Lopez Essay

Please read this, if you love the world. It’s from Orion Magazine ~Jim Stewart

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Haiku: Wind Aria

The sea paints the shoreas the rain lashes my face;the wind sings a hymn. (waves: Jim Stewart)

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Omniscience

I can handle my liquor, butfall on my face;My intelligence is genius, butmisinterprets the problem;I see all obstacles, butstep into the hole;My kindness is legendary, butmy words bring tears;I am a great driver, butthe bicyclist has to miss me;I am … Continue reading

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Haiku–Patient Rain

Steam rises from thefence; the sun hangs high and round;rain waits patiently. (Sun: ifa.Hawaii.edu; Fence: youtube.com)

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Do Spiders Dream?

Wind rises;trees bend and stretch;webs ripple and tear.Drops as big as sheengulf delicate weavingas she tries respinning the damage,but the maelstrom says no. She retreats to a cup of leaves to endure.Her dreams are calamitous.I understand. (web: study.com)

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Haiku–Adorning Ink

My decorationsare only for the world andeverybody. (photo: musely.com)

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Water Wonder

We pack water around everywhere we go. We are veritable bota bags of water. We humans are roughly sixty to seventy percent water. Since learning these factoids, people have been fond of comparing our water mass to that of our … Continue reading

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Losing the Lease

A short rhymer. jrs The only home I’ve ever knownIs this body in which I’ve grown.Like any house, it sometimes needs repairAnd you can’t get parts just anywhere.It’s a miracle of gut and brain,Of bone and sinew that sadly wane.So … Continue reading

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