Author Archives: Jim Stewart

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair

Haiku–Maw and Paw

Posted on February 9, 2015 by Jim Stewart

In the cavernous maw of human endeavor, I play with my dog. (top: izquotes.com; bottom: pinterest.com)

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Haiku–Moon Face

Posted on February 5, 2015 by Jim Stewart

The face of the moon, peeking from rumpled bedsheets; I tuck myself in.   (top: everystockphoto.com; bottom: searchpp.com)

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Magic

Posted on February 4, 2015 by Jim Stewart

A lilt of breeze comes into my instrument; leaves beat the ground: show me the rhythm. Finding isn’t, seeking is. I nudge where light robs the darkness. I arrive in a place that sings. It is magic. (fountain: shutterstock.com; wings: … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Drying Wrack

Posted on February 2, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Standing in the rain is different if you don’t have a dry home place.

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Haiku–Loosely, In the Sky with Diamonds

Posted on January 24, 2015 by Jim Stewart

The sun lights the birds: tight formation diamonds; Loosely, in the sky. (lovely bushtit: cindymcIntyre.wordpress.com)

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In The Telling

Posted on January 23, 2015 by Jim Stewart

My story moves around who’s doing the telling; who’s listening also forms the shape of it. I don’t much care as long as it’s all about me. In the dark, when I cannot see the ceiling, it’s not all about … Continue reading →

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Soak and Marinate

Posted on January 12, 2015 by Jim Stewart

The ocean curls over my feet: whale pee, shark pee, my own. If I held a Geiger counter down there and it clicked hard and fast, would it be my feet or Fukushima? So many places washing my feet, so many … Continue reading →

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One Answer

Posted on January 5, 2015 by Jim Stewart

You ask what I believe in, the question hanging in the air like a flock of Vaux swifts poised to dive into a chimney. Any answer I give will be trampled beneath the boots of your dogma. But I answer anyway … Continue reading →

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Fishing

Posted on December 31, 2014 by Jim Stewart

A flick of the wrist: the spotted lure sails across the stream and blurps into the shadow under the far bank. The current catches my flash. Another flick of the wrist, gentler this time, and the rod tip aligns the spinner’s … Continue reading →

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Birthing a Day by Jim Stewart

Posted on December 31, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Originally posted on The Blue Hour:
You can hear the ocean early in the morning from here, this house hunkered on the hill, the back side of Soledad Mountain. Mexico is way out there and the lights of downtown muted…

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