Author Archives: Jim Stewart
So Far, So Good
On this day most of a lifetime ago we stood up before family, blood-tied with freely chosen, and declared that we would live together loving each other for the rest of our lives. So far, so good. (top: otter … Continue reading
Fun Monkey
The monkey is fun to talk to when he hops off my back to shoot the breeze and chew the fat. I cannot smoke the peace pipe now, my tribe is at war with the monkey; he doesn’t care, he … Continue reading
Lame Coyote Before Dawn
You are surprised to see me. I stand by the black motorcycle as you hobble down the steep asphalt, your right-rear more of a rudder than a leg. You freeze, head low, tail down. We regard each other. “Deer kick … Continue reading
Haiku–Nightscape
Roaring, the city comes across the broad nightscape; airplanes are lined up. (city: hdfons.com; planes: travel-tour-guide.com)
Haiku–Bright Rum
(Note: sometimes, these just write themselves. 🙂 –jrs) Rum is of Nature: sugar cane and a bright brain. I am all for it. (sugarcane: bubblews.com; 1 Barrel: uncommoncaribbean.com)
The Last Beach House
It sits hollow near the sand washed up the road where the other houses look like waddling waders, maybe clamming, maybe just enjoying the wet. Old Bill built his bungalow back in the teens when high tide was still a … Continue reading
Nightmare in Denim
(Note: this came from a nightmare I had when I was small, in Buffalo, NY. Why I still remember it as vividly as I do remains a mystery.–jrs) I cowered in my sleep unable to turn away, unable to awaken to … Continue reading
Haiku–Recognition
Recognition flies in the face of memory; the blackbird alights. (top: bigthink.com; blackbird: allaboutbirds.org)
A Glimpse of the Deeper
Would I know your face now? I like to think I would, but memory is an often tricky thing; I’ve known it to add and to subtract. What I know as true may not be; where I’ve been may not … Continue reading
Haiku–Arc of Horizon
Morning bends the sun to the task of finding a way to dark of night. It seems always to be uphill to the western arc of horizon. I feel the edge rise; thank goodness for gravity; I’d fall to the sky. … Continue reading



