Author Archives: Jim Stewart
Dream of Wander
I walk through an uneven field of hills and dales above a river flowing to a sea in the nearby distance. I follow a woman I can’t see, but know very well. I turn to my left and see her … Continue reading
Buddy Elks Out an Existence
(Note: Travel day today. We’re headed 993 miles north, back to the northwest winter. I’m okay with that.–jrs) Dear Biped, Lots of grass to eat today. We’re in that big meadow behind your house, which is mostly dark and has … Continue reading
Evading the Obvious
Pass the bacon, pass the ham, pass the fry-bread with the spam. Pass the whiskey, pass the wine, and I wonder why this belly’s mine.
Ocean Moon Haiku–Time to Rhyme
Prayer sand holds knees; full moon dances with the trees, pouring molten cheese. (pinned from seepicz.com)
Full Moon Haiku
Big eye in the night; sharp shadows etch soft patterns; hearts know oceans keep. (photo courtesy of fullmoonmanager.com)
Fall Haiku
Faded, fluttering, falling; the wet driveway holds fast to my eye, true color. (photo courtesy of photography.nationalgeographic.com)
Excerpt from The Last Salmon
(Note: this is a quick excerpt from my story The Last Salmon (first published in Rattapallax). It’s also in my collection White Ravens–And More Stories (click the link to the right).–jrs) He almost missed his turn. The flashing yellow light … Continue reading
Morning Haiku
Feeding frenzied chickadees; suet hard and cold; ambrosia warms small wings. My favorite little guys:
Novel Opening–Question
(Note: What follows is the opening for a novel I’ve “finished.” The reason I’m posting it is to get some feedback. The genre is literary action/adventure (is there such a thing?). The basic question I’m trying to answer is: would … Continue reading
The Caper Salad Caper #5
(Note: Okay. I’m done with this now (probably). And yes, there was a time when cell phones did not exist (think big hair and discos). Thanks for your patience. This is my last post of the year, unless something falls … Continue reading



