Category Archives: Humans

Table Circle

Posted on July 2, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Laughter in the house tonight: small voices grow large spilling down the race of conversation around the table with its rattling dice cup. All support every roll. Applause abounds. Life will roll on, a collection of memories: sweet, bitter, sour, … Continue reading →

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Sodium and Chlorine

Posted on June 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this is not supposed to be a scientific treatise on how synaptic transmission works. The ionic chemistry in a synapse is quite complex. All I’m trying to do, here, is experiment with how I perceive things in a poem.–jrs) … Continue reading →

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Squirrels Don’t Get Irony

Posted on June 5, 2014 by Jim Stewart

My footfalls seem strange, hollow, like I’m walking across an old drum hidden in the darkest corner of a clandestine music shop. I am on a path wending through a wood, where I am attempting to be quiet, but the … Continue reading →

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Homecoming

Posted on May 30, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The grass, bent with breeze, wets my shoes and pantlegs. It tastes of salt and smells of rain as I stand sinking into the sand beneath. My knees are calm, my heart bright; my senses know when I am home. … Continue reading →

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So Far, So Good

Posted on May 22, 2014 by Jim Stewart

On this day most of a lifetime ago we stood up before family, blood-tied with freely chosen, and declared that we would live together loving each other for the rest of our lives. So far, so good.   (top: otter … Continue reading →

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Lame Coyote Before Dawn

Posted on May 16, 2014 by Jim Stewart

You are surprised to see me. I stand by the black motorcycle as you hobble down the steep asphalt, your right-rear more of a rudder than a leg. You freeze, head low, tail down. We regard each other. “Deer kick … Continue reading →

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Birthing a Day

Posted on May 7, 2014 by Jim Stewart

You can hear the ocean early in the morning from here, this house hunkered on the hill, the back side of Soledad Mountain. Mexico is way out there and the lights of downtown muted by salt air rising from Mission … Continue reading →

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Hello Humanity

Posted on April 28, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Decrepitude, ineptitude, in a mood: Grateful for humor that greases buzzing blades spattering soul’s blood across the walls of my heart. Sometimes, humility seems a bitter pill. That bitterness should remind: it has nothing to do with humble and everything to … Continue reading →

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Blank Page

Posted on April 26, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The blank page stares. It knows your weakness, is your weakness. It knows how you felt when you shot that small songbird when you were ten. It knows how you were drawn: smudged charcoal lines, very little ink, almost no … Continue reading →

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Unplug

Posted on April 25, 2014 by Jim Stewart

To play unplugged: acoustic music, the sounds of wood and steel, heart voicing recognition. To share, often, you must plug. Is the music still unplugged? Plugged in: social media to promote; promote what for what? recognition? fame? approval? money? What? … Continue reading →

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