Author Archives: Jim Stewart

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Peace and Fire

Posted on June 20, 2014 by Jim Stewart

We kissed: lips groping without knowing, hands benign and trembling, timid and still. You were a gift I did not understand. I had no way to accept the strange dichotomy of peace and fire. When I moved away to California … Continue reading →

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Big Rocks — Little Rocks

Posted on June 18, 2014 by Jim Stewart

“Time to make little rocks out of big rocks.” Work is work. I remember: cold clouds slung low, soaking all of us, men and machines thundering through my earplugs and muffs as a thousand drummers play with wild abandon. I … Continue reading →

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Sodium and Chlorine

Posted on June 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this is not supposed to be a scientific treatise on how synaptic transmission works. The ionic chemistry in a synapse is quite complex. All I’m trying to do, here, is experiment with how I perceive things in a poem.–jrs) … Continue reading →

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Haiku–My Life: A Full Meal Deal

Posted on June 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Writing is the meat. Music is vegetables. Reading for dessert.   (kabobs: halfhourmeals.com; pecan pie: myfrienddebbie.com)

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Haiku–Freak Mountain

Posted on June 9, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Freak Mountain Ramblers: I love happy feet music; hope is the way home. (www.freakmountain.com)

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Squirrels Don’t Get Irony

Posted on June 5, 2014 by Jim Stewart

My footfalls seem strange, hollow, like I’m walking across an old drum hidden in the darkest corner of a clandestine music shop. I am on a path wending through a wood, where I am attempting to be quiet, but the … Continue reading →

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No Place to Land

Posted on June 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The eaves sing their songs, odd harmonies swirling with gulls as they wheel worried among the masts. The crows are hunkered somewhere in the green watching the blustery sway. The chickadees hold tight as near the trunks as they dare. … Continue reading →

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Homecoming

Posted on May 30, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The grass, bent with breeze, wets my shoes and pantlegs. It tastes of salt and smells of rain as I stand sinking into the sand beneath. My knees are calm, my heart bright; my senses know when I am home. … Continue reading →

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Haiku–I Know Why the Caged Bird Springs

Posted on May 28, 2014 by Jim Stewart

We are all human: a few of us light the way; Caged Bird rises free.   (from oprah.com)

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Day Six

Posted on May 24, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: I’ve always enjoyed smoking. Do I feel deprived? Yes. Do I feel good about stopping? Yes. Euphoria comes and goes. It’s an insidious addiction.–jrs) My skin crawls off of me and disappears into the outlet just above where my … Continue reading →

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