Author Archives: Jim Stewart
Squeezed Grey
I lob my own entrails without consequence or accountability, as if they are profound, as if they aren’t useless, as if they are art. Squandering breath has become a hobby and a habit. Each breath measures part of a poem … Continue reading
Haiku–Brussels Sprouts
Brussels sprouts heaven: Roasted with garlic and salt. Somewhere, a frog barks. (top: whatwereeating.com; bottom: foodnetwork.com)
Haiku–Reading Tea Loves
Tea sips hot and sweet. Savoring closes my eyes. The Asian black loves. (top: webmd.com; bottom: filipek.genfolio.com)
Mother Ship
I float, not breathing— too early for that. I roll around against this and that warm bulkhead. I hear what I will later call the ocean, who will bring back these memories of sea, woman, ship. The Mother comforts the … Continue reading
Education, Training and the Middle Class
Originally posted on azuldelmar2kr:
Americans don’t resent the wealthy, nor do people around the world. Most know they will never be rich. They don’t care. What they do expect is to have economic hope, a sense that they will…
Haiku–Polaris on Deck
Awake: cannot sleep. The deck beckons; I am rapt. Hello, Polaris.
Haiku–Rain’s Kiss
Wet snap rolling through; my hat loosens but stays on. The rain kisses me. (top: katu.com; happy feet: blogs.reed.edu)
Ballpoint Chisel (for Sharon Olds)
Long ago I shook your hand and told you how much I love your work. I wanted to tell you what little I know about women has come from my wife and your carefully erected words. I wanted to tell … Continue reading
Haiku–Community
I lean, very still. A young Junco, unaware, hops across my foot. Community is all of us, hearts in concert, living together. (dark-eyed junco: pacificnorthwestbirds.com; junco feeding cowbird: coastodian.org)
Haiku–Facing Dichotomy
Arise with the sun; Gasoline gets me to work. Today is Earth Day.



