Author Archives: Jim Stewart

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Shadow Crown

Posted on November 3, 2014 by Jim Stewart

My shadow has a corona and baffles me with its otherworldly glow crowning the absence of light. How can this be? The world has rules. Obviously, I do not know them all. The light wavers around the silhouette of my … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Writing Wherever

Posted on November 1, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: you should check out Daniel von der Embse’s blog at writinginairplanes.com. jrs) To write or to nap; my home away from my home: writing in airplanes. Writing this journal wherever I’m traveling: working the home front. (top: pinterest.com; bottom: … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Hallowette

Posted on October 31, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Understanding wet doesn’t make me feel drier; embracing what is. (top: http://www.examiner.com; bottom: nreporter.info)

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That Sparkling Crecendo

Posted on October 30, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Nod and smile: no commitment, metaphorical hands in cerebral pockets, a performance artfully rendered in a vacuum of open connections and blithe attentiveness. Nothing is there disguised as a vague thought—the actor acts— sometimes convincing himself. How different when passion … Continue reading →

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Beneficent Predation

Posted on October 16, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: John Muir walked through North American wilderness without a weapon. His agenda was simply to be where he was. But he was also made of steel and knew how to fight. jrs) Mean-spirited people flourish when good hearts look … Continue reading →

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Clock’s Break

Posted on October 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

clock watcher present tedium energy spent unwise seating making tea not exercise doors close walls advance frontal lobes echo echo limbic flash danger calls rain silvers locks break lungs pump clock stops (top: moddb.com; Yosemite: sardonycs.net)

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Oregon Membrane

Posted on October 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: I first heard “snort fort” in Leo Kottke’s “Jack Gets Up” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghHhRklLQzE). I’d love to take credit for it, but can’t.–jrs) An oddly unfamiliar sound seeps to me in my snort fort of sheets and pillows. The dog yawns … Continue reading →

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A Sequence Spoken

Posted on October 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

A poet is a person who makes snapshots, moments in a sequence spoken like the tree falling in the forest: kinetic images for who would listen. Judgment has little to do with truth; merit is wholly subjective. We align if … Continue reading →

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Road and Synapse

Posted on October 8, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The gravel on this road long unused crackles with unfamiliar noise under my well-worn tires. My elbow thrusts into hot air, bared to sun and desert. Synapses not used in years fire in solidarity with the road, transporting me to … Continue reading →

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Unruly Rodeo

Posted on October 7, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Oh, to be a careful writer, dotting eyes and crossing tees, always sure of being ruly as my thoughts tumble to the page in ordered eloquence, perfectly coiffed and savored by readers as fine wine. Reality, though, finds this notion … Continue reading →

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