Category Archives: Poem

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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Haiku–My Life: A Full Meal Deal

Posted on June 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Writing is the meat. Music is vegetables. Reading for dessert.   (kabobs: halfhourmeals.com; pecan pie: myfrienddebbie.com)

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Haiku–Freak Mountain

Posted on June 9, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Freak Mountain Ramblers: I love happy feet music; hope is the way home. (www.freakmountain.com)

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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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No Place to Land

Posted on June 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The eaves sing their songs, odd harmonies swirling with gulls as they wheel worried among the masts. The crows are hunkered somewhere in the green watching the blustery sway. The chickadees hold tight as near the trunks as they dare. … 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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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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Day Six

Posted on May 24, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: I’ve always enjoyed smoking. Do I feel deprived? Yes. Do I feel good about stopping? Yes. Euphoria comes and goes. It’s an insidious addiction.–jrs) My skin crawls off of me and disappears into the outlet just above where my … 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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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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