Category Archives: Music

When Your Cover is Blown

Posted on January 31, 2022 by Jim Stewart

Hobnobbin’ with a dangerous crewNo time to worry, too much to doMakin’ my way through a forest of timeDirection might slip and turn on a dime It’s reading like a story in a news magazineTelling me my brain is a … Continue reading →

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Haiku: Ninety or Nothin’

Posted on May 21, 2020 by Jim Stewart

(For my friend and compadre Bud Hedrick on his 90th birthday, May 22. ~JimS) Birthdays and race dayscan both have the same feeling:ninety or nothin’ (Motorcycle: checkers.com; Bud and Jim: Jim; and go visit https://budhedrick.blogspot.com/)

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Looking Up

Posted on January 25, 2019 by Jim Stewart

(for William Stafford) Your poems run the gamut;you have blessed us with musicof realization and understanding.Many of those poems were bornon your couch, lying on your back,looking up at your journal.Really? Their birth is asastonishing as their venerable lives.

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Dead of Night

Posted on January 20, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Pulled out of Tonopah at half-past last heading up ninety-five. Rocks were glowing—sand was blowing, saw absolutely nothing alive. Realized then: what did I know, is there anything real I see? This highway runnin’ in the dead of night is … Continue reading →

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The Lift

Posted on September 24, 2016 by Jim Stewart

Birds, pilots, sailors… all look for lift Artists do too It is the physics of magic (guitar: getold.com; hawk: geol.umd.edu)   Inspired by: T Bone Burnett’s AmericanaFest Keynote Address

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Young Lodgepole Under Snow

Posted on January 2, 2016 by Jim Stewart

White laden—back arched against the brilliant cold— your example locks my admiration and my empathy in an embrace that doesn’t know what to do with itself. My perception puts you in an instant of deep bend, the dance fully engaged, … Continue reading →

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Lucky Me

Posted on August 15, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Awake to the dark, front lobes assessing: damage minor. Glee seeps from my brainstem, revelry managed well; thoughts slowly connect. Tendrils of ground beans snake up my nose, anticipation warms its hands around my heart. Music tomorrow: lucky me. (top: … Continue reading →

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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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Oregon Membrane

Posted on October 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: I first heard “snort fort” in Leo Kottke’s “Jack Gets Up” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghHhRklLQzE). I’d love to take credit for it, but can’t.–jrs) An oddly unfamiliar sound seeps to me in my snort fort of sheets and pillows. The dog yawns … Continue reading →

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A Sequence Spoken

Posted on October 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

A poet is a person who makes snapshots, moments in a sequence spoken like the tree falling in the forest: kinetic images for who would listen. Judgment has little to do with truth; merit is wholly subjective. We align if … Continue reading →

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