Category Archives: anger

Quiet Despair

Posted on March 3, 2019 by Jim Stewart

The mirror barksa noiseless disdain;the backward eyesshadow quiet despair;a vacancy of intent, wherea blink hides nothing. (image: the americanconservative.com)

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The Way Forward

Posted on January 1, 2019 by Jim Stewart

Anger finds my heart unreceptive to the pull of self indulgence; it is not the time for self righteous behavior and losing my way. My heart knows the way when my mind is distracted. I am who I am. I … Continue reading →

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Under the Rug

Posted on April 20, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Unbridled sadness sweeps me under the rug on the floor of oblivion, where cringing and standing tall are the same. My oceans are vast, my salmon are few, swimming with me under this rug; my heart is a defiant afterthought. … Continue reading →

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Spirit, Living

Posted on August 16, 2017 by Jim Stewart

I am a spirit living in the aging body of a white man. People I admire despise my meat. People I despise glorify my biological ancestry. The crux ignored: I am a spirit, living. (mediadiversified.org)

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Beneficent Predation

Posted on October 16, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: John Muir walked through North American wilderness without a weapon. His agenda was simply to be where he was. But he was also made of steel and knew how to fight. jrs) Mean-spirited people flourish when good hearts look … Continue reading →

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The Prince of Rankle

Posted on October 3, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Rankled. Can’t sugar-coat it, just annoyed at everything, mostly myself. It’s chemistry. I should be upbeat. I should feel free: the monkey is gone. I allow the city to choke my peace. I have an idea and pretend it is … Continue reading →

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