Category Archives: Poem

Haiku–This Day

Posted on February 24, 2014 by Jim Stewart

This morning I died. This afternoon I woke up. This evening will be. (Change sign from xinyfengshui.com; monolith from sociobiology.com)

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How Bad it Isn’t

Posted on February 20, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I touch despair when everything I say is trite or dark or transparent; when everything I think is a poster for stereotypes. Yes, there are writing days and there are reading days. Even with deeply lowered expectations, I shall escape … Continue reading →

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The Rules

Posted on February 18, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I have been told to never open a story with weather and I have always asked why. Does it lead to cliché? Sometimes my morning opens with weather and I move through the story of my day from that beginning. … Continue reading →

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The Rest of the Way

Posted on February 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this is a Lai poetry form. Like most of us, I’m stumbling along, trying to find my glasses.–jrs) There comes a time to round the bend and head for home to grudgingly contend with chores undone and animals to … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Bow of the Lower-48 Ship

Posted on February 13, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I live in a sog, not a bog, clog, or blog, but rain from Hawaii. (Hawiian rain painting from bbhgallery.com; squall from livescience.com)

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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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A Frog for Cheryl

Posted on February 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: This is a reprint of a poem I published years ago in Licking River Review. Not sure why, but I’ve been thinking about my long-gone friend Cheryl, who died when we were ten. The poem also appears on jamesrichardstewart.com.”) … Continue reading →

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Surface Tension

Posted on February 9, 2014 by Jim Stewart

“I don’t mind the snow, it’s the ice, it has no surface tension.” “What do you mean? Of course it has surface tension, it’s ice. It’s hard. I’d say that it’s very tense.” “No. Surface tension is a property of … Continue reading →

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Double Haiku–Tracks and Ties

Posted on February 7, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Wind chill howls the cut; tracks and ties a frozen stretch; hands hide in warm down. Breathing plumes a fog seen by the falcon flying out of vapor’s reach. (tracks by Leora Wenger (leoraw.com); falcon from falconnippers.com)

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Haiku–Naked Head, Silly Laugh

Posted on February 5, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The wind bares my head; silliness reigns when people chase down a loose hat. (left photo from rapgenius.com; right from dailymail.co.uk)

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