Author Archives: Jim Stewart

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About Jim Stewart

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Heat Sentence

Posted on July 3, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Heat creeps, ready to pounce, cook us to fork done, until night licks our bones, gleaming in the moonlight. (top: en.wikipedia.org; bottom: ask.com)

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Warm and Round

Posted on July 1, 2015 by Jim Stewart

The night is still and round. An ocean rises from city traffic as my skin rejoices the fan whirling from the ceiling. I sit where the dog sleeps when he’s here. I can almost hear his stir and stretch as … Continue reading →

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Gears Go Still

Posted on June 23, 2015 by Jim Stewart

The brain spring goes flat, unwinding with a sound somewhere between a hiss and a sigh. The clutch goes in; the gears slowly spin to still; the light goes out; the secret world chuckles: “my turn.” All I can do … Continue reading →

Posted in Bedtime, Brain, Dream, Sleep | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

Surely Blue

Posted on June 20, 2015 by Jim Stewart

The horizon is bright, high, blue and white, features hidden in layers of cotton. Where I live you cannot see this blue from the ground, the variations of it, the transition from bright to dark and back. I think I … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Cawing Me Out

Posted on June 15, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Two crows with a nest tell me they’ll peck my eyes out if I don’t move on. I say it’s okay and try to talk back to them. They do not listen. It’s not until I start laughing that they … Continue reading →

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Haiku–D-Day

Posted on June 6, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Seventy-one years: The living men persevered. Today, we are free. (top: history.army.mil; bottom: nationalinfantrymuseum.org)

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Haiku–Morning Trumpets

Posted on June 3, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Lilies trumpet morning, swaying in the ocean breeze: the color of day. (top: plant-care.com; bottom: wallcoo.net)

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Haiku–Brick and Mortar

Posted on May 30, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Bricks upon more bricks; playing with mud holds them tight. Sore: understatement. (brick: obsidiandesign.com; circle: backdoorsurvival.com)

Posted in Home, Masonry, Work | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Haiku–Memorial Day

Posted on May 25, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Old rich men sending young people to die in war. It’s always been so. To preserve freedom Americans pay the price: illusion foisted. Honor the people who fight and die forever, not the politics. (imgyi.com)

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Haiku–Liquid Gas

Posted on May 22, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Fishing is a joy; knee-deep in so much liquid. What a total gas! (top: trout-fly-fishing.com; the beav: riversbendflyfishing.com)

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