Author Archives: Jim Stewart

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About Jim Stewart

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Haiku–No Glasses

Posted on July 24, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Seeking fresh protein, a small fuzzy morning bird walks up a tree trunk.   (top: lynxed.com; bottom: vickiehenderson.blogspot.com)

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Bastards of Pain

Posted on July 18, 2014 by Jim Stewart

So, what do you do when the bastards of pain camp on your front porch? Do you politely ask them to leave? Or do you wade into them with rage and a machete? Usually, with pain—physical, emotional, whatever—the bastards like … Continue reading →

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Bluebird Words on a Raptor Day

Posted on July 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Seldom does it do any good to read a poem as you fall asleep. The page flashes two, three times and suddenly you know there is no going on. Surrender is sweet. Sometimes, the unread poem gets trapped and the … Continue reading →

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Snow Poem

Posted on July 12, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: It’s 93 here, so I’ve been thinking of snow. We Oregonians are heat wimps.–jrs) Snow time: gift wrap around all I can see from my perch by the Christmas morning fire. Small tracks split the front yard, seeking sleigh … Continue reading →

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Grill Rhymes with Thrill

Posted on July 5, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Waiting for coals; the charcoal is still just warm. Oh, there is intense heat at the bottom of the stack, but it needs to spread throughout and proffer a red and white glow that hollers “Caution!” (Note: never work a … Continue reading →

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Link: Fireworks Filmed With a Drone

Posted on July 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

This is just breathtaking.

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Reminders in Early July

Posted on July 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(The Fourth is a grand holiday. It’s my sister’s birthday. We live in a truly great country where we are mostly safe and enjoy opportunities rare in the big picture. Most often, I am proud to be American. But…  –jrs) … Continue reading →

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Table Circle

Posted on July 2, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Laughter in the house tonight: small voices grow large spilling down the race of conversation around the table with its rattling dice cup. All support every roll. Applause abounds. Life will roll on, a collection of memories: sweet, bitter, sour, … Continue reading →

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Geologic

Posted on June 29, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The air is soft and breathes better than anywhere else I could possibly be; there is no pressure from behind, no pressure to the west on this fine grey morning. The horizon is a line bound only by my imagination … Continue reading →

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Convenience Kills

Posted on June 27, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Brilliant colors, white, clear, black– attack my shoreline with a ferocity that indiscriminately kills creatures born to breathe and eat water; even when they eat each other the cycle doesn’t stop. Bent, broken, large, small, infinitesimal: it is indestructible. Long … Continue reading →

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