Category Archives: end-of-life

Losing the Lease

Posted on August 19, 2020 by Jim Stewart

A short rhymer. jrs The only home I’ve ever knownIs this body in which I’ve grown.Like any house, it sometimes needs repairAnd you can’t get parts just anywhere.It’s a miracle of gut and brain,Of bone and sinew that sadly wane.So … Continue reading →

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Another Redirection

Posted on August 12, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Ha. Life O’Wryly has another new one.  jrs

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When the Dream Begins

Posted on December 21, 2015 by Jim Stewart

When the dream begins you are not quite there; you love her rumpled face with the thousand-yard stare, and the dream begins. When the dream begins you focus on the now, you see the path ahead, but you don’t quite see the … Continue reading →

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Time Piece

Posted on April 6, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Old clocks get tired. Nothing seems random. There is no rest while the spring grips taut intent, or the electrons keep moving across potential in constant current, or the sun casts a shadow on a face as old as humanity. … Continue reading →

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Haiku–I Know Why the Caged Bird Springs

Posted on May 28, 2014 by Jim Stewart

We are all human: a few of us light the way; Caged Bird rises free.   (from oprah.com)

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Fun Monkey

Posted on May 21, 2014 by Jim Stewart

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 →

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The Last Beach House

Posted on May 13, 2014 by Jim Stewart

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 →

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Haiku–Good Men Gone

Posted on April 18, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Good men gone away: one a friend, one an icon. I am lesser now. But I am also fuller from their influence and their example. (Gabo from januarymagazine.com; bench from coastalliving.com)

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I Shall Go Gentle

Posted on February 27, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: This is my meager answer, for today anyway, to Dylan Thomas’ iconic poem–jrs) Do not fear this, my child. I shall go gentle, I shall not rage, I shall escape this delightful cage. It has served me well, this … Continue reading →

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A Question for Cheryl

Posted on February 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I should have knelt in the street, put my head in your lap, and let you stroke my hair. But we didn’t know. We were ten. Would you have grown into a woman who found a cure for what killed … Continue reading →

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