Author Archives: Jim Stewart
The Glow
“You gonna shoot me with that?” The stranger did not look particularly concerned as he stood next to the tree that had sprouted when Bob’s grandpa was a kid. It stretched over a hundred feet to the sky now and … Continue reading
The Place Where I Live
The road I live on in Southwest Portland (Oregon) follows a path of least resistance. In the afternoon, as you wind up the hill, the sun may be to your right. The next time it appears through the trees, it … Continue reading
Angel of Revenge
His neck was getting sore from looking up over his left shoulder at the IV bag. A long feed snaked from the bag’s bottom and slithered into the plastic port on his left forearm. He could not shake the dread … Continue reading
Happy to Bleed
She fell from the sky in a rush of small birds A silence profound with no need for words I felt like a windmill, a stop on her quest My imagination filled in all the rest. She leaned into me … Continue reading
The Mind is Quicker Than the Eye
“Has it ever occurred to you,” she inquired sweetly, “that just because you don’t have the vaguest idea of who I am, you might not know me at all?” Bizwat stared at her dumbly. He was struck by her simple … Continue reading
Reality is a Bozo Concept
Yass, yuh staht widjer basic hyoom. Now, yuh kin git hyoom onda open range, whar the long grass blows after sweetnin snow have lain long and calm. When yuh have done founded hyoom thass choicely good, carefully lay open the … Continue reading
Preventing Facial Cavities
The eyes met in the mirror for a long smoldering moment. She was luxuriating in a tub of hot scented water and he was valiantly, but vainly, trying to shave with a mangled tube of toothpaste. “Dear…,” she said gently. … Continue reading
Escape from Prime Time
There were only three ways out of this mess. Unfortunately, two of them were blocked. One way was barred by a grandmother screaming at a large paisley obelisk and another by a fiercely burning skateboard. Mute with trepidation and trembling, … Continue reading
Slapstick Death
I stood in the dusty street, reckless and wild, listening to my heart pound. It had finally come to this and I was ready. Passers by saw my intent, felt the ice in my stare, and scurried out of the … Continue reading
A Lovely Chaos – from The Talons of Quantum
The long black car slid to a stop. As she approached it she heard the windshield wipers keeping time. It seemed out of sync to her, but she had been out of sync with everything since she woke up. The … Continue reading



