Author Archives: Jim Stewart
Punishment
I materialized in a brightly lit foyer. It was warm. I chose a hallway ahead of me and proceeded along its grey length. Closed doors were lined at regular intervals as my moccasined feet negotiated the smooth carpet. About four … Continue reading
How Bad it Isn’t
I touch despair when everything I say is trite or dark or transparent; when everything I think is a poster for stereotypes. Yes, there are writing days and there are reading days. Even with deeply lowered expectations, I shall escape … Continue reading
The Rules
I have been told to never open a story with weather and I have always asked why. Does it lead to cliché? Sometimes my morning opens with weather and I move through the story of my day from that beginning. … Continue reading
The Rest of the Way
(Note: this is a Lai poetry form. Like most of us, I’m stumbling along, trying to find my glasses.–jrs) There comes a time to round the bend and head for home to grudgingly contend with chores undone and animals to … Continue reading
Excellence Looking for a Home
Felma Sashay moved about the plaza with her uncommon grace capturing every gaze she passed. He rich brown hair swept down from her smooth brown shoulders and barely whisked the tops of the milkshake cups strapped to her ample hips. … Continue reading
Haiku–The Waiting Game
Awaiting the sun, the one that presses warmly against this winter. (from okcfox.com)
Haiku–Bow of the Lower-48 Ship
I live in a sog, not a bog, clog, or blog, but rain from Hawaii. (Hawiian rain painting from bbhgallery.com; squall from livescience.com)
I just distributed my music through TuneCore – available soon in stores!
I just distributed my music through TuneCore – available soon in stores!.
The Writings of Ya Hu
(Note: and now for something completely different, in honor of Valentine’s Day.–jrs) The fuzzy rub of hair against the soft skin of his buttocks excited him as he straddled her hips. Her interest grew as he grew, each millimeter of … Continue reading



