Category Archives: Humans

Mother Ship

Posted on May 7, 2015 by Jim Stewart

I float, not breathing— too early for that. I roll around against this and that warm bulkhead. I hear what I will later call the ocean, who will bring back these memories of sea, woman, ship. The Mother comforts the … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Facing Dichotomy

Posted on April 22, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Arise with the sun; Gasoline gets me to work. Today is Earth Day.

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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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Tanka–Little Masturbations

Posted on March 30, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Poems of myself rarely find their way to sky. Heroes stuck in clay, feet marching, lonely in place, like little masturbations.   (moon: etocz.com: bear/sneakers: pxleyes.com)

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Mother

Posted on February 12, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Strangers hover over your swollen belly: Was there a window? Were smiles real? The clock ticks in your heart. Your hands caress your abdomen, already saying goodbye. You give me to the air, knowing enough to understand the coming of … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Maw and Paw

Posted on February 9, 2015 by Jim Stewart

In the cavernous maw of human endeavor, I play with my dog. (top: izquotes.com; bottom: pinterest.com)

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Magic

Posted on February 4, 2015 by Jim Stewart

A lilt of breeze comes into my instrument; leaves beat the ground: show me the rhythm. Finding isn’t, seeking is. I nudge where light robs the darkness. I arrive in a place that sings. It is magic. (fountain: shutterstock.com; wings: … Continue reading →

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In The Telling

Posted on January 23, 2015 by Jim Stewart

My story moves around who’s doing the telling; who’s listening also forms the shape of it. I don’t much care as long as it’s all about me. In the dark, when I cannot see the ceiling, it’s not all about … Continue reading →

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One Answer

Posted on January 5, 2015 by Jim Stewart

You ask what I believe in, the question hanging in the air like a flock of Vaux swifts poised to dive into a chimney. Any answer I give will be trampled beneath the boots of your dogma. But I answer anyway … Continue reading →

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Concentration Face

Posted on December 13, 2014 by Jim Stewart

My concentrating face is a frown. This has always been so. When I am deep in contemplation people who don’t know me assume that I am incalculably sad; they worry over my spirit, not seeing how my deep engagement has … Continue reading →

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