Author Archives: Jim Stewart
May December Be
You are younger than my daughter, but you are not my daughter. The rich human history of young women and old men is a cross-grain of joyful noise and heartache. Wisdom is the most valuable attribute in both directions, a … Continue reading
Certainty
Clandestine wandering— I like to think that’s how my mind works. My fantasies are all about how special I am and smart and unique. Reality? I’m always unsure. Simple physics: What I see in the mirror is backwards. I have … Continue reading
A Left-Brain Deal
Writing is a left-brain deal Maybe Shaping the chatter like clay into a sculpture Can it be a song too? Both? Thawed music? It’s a left-brain deal, though The right brain knows what words are but doesn’t use them, I … Continue reading
Regular Days
Sunlight befriends a digital stream of virtual heavy lifting, the meat of work devoured; tasks fall like pistachio husks. Night shadows a stream splashing the bowl when the hours are shy and don’t care who you are. I prefer the … Continue reading
Haiku–Bright Slippers
Sunlight finds my feet, warming better than slippers; Drowsiness follows.
Haiku–Peace as an Odd Job
Is coming to peace with ambiguity a pathway to wisdom? (illusion: sommer-sommer.com; trees: wisdom-square.com)
When We Are Gone
We live our lives here where the greatest human accomplishment is Art. When we are gone the wolves and butterflies won’t miss it. (photo credits in a previous blog)
URGENT REQUEST FOR MORE VOLUNTEERS IN LESVOS
Source: URGENT REQUEST FOR MORE VOLUNTEERS IN LESVOS
OmniMystery Interview
This interview was posted on Tuesday, January 19, 2016. http://www.omnimysterynews.com/2016/01/a-conversation-with-novelist-jim-stewart-5F703B90.html I rattle on for a bit about the characters in Ochoco Reach and how I approached writing the novel. It might be of interest to some. For others, it might … Continue reading
Young Lodgepole Under Snow
White laden—back arched against the brilliant cold— your example locks my admiration and my empathy in an embrace that doesn’t know what to do with itself. My perception puts you in an instant of deep bend, the dance fully engaged, … Continue reading



