Category Archives: Poem

Arrow and Bow

Posted on December 27, 2013 by Jim Stewart

An arrow of light pierces my dream as stars wheel around the nougat of the milky way. My dream, a river and raft to where souls bask in love that finds me wide with gratitude, splits into halves: one for … Continue reading →

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Coyote Ruins a Dog

Posted on December 23, 2013 by Jim Stewart

On the other side of the fence was chaos and death, at least that’s how it seemed when the dog took off and scared that squirrel right out of his thick fall fur and into the coyote’s grinning mouth. The … Continue reading →

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Bob Welsh Christmas Eve Poem

Posted on December 22, 2013 by Jim Stewart

This is too good not to share: I’ll get back to my own drivel tomorrow.

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Winter Kill

Posted on December 14, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Across the street and old man ferociously attacks the winter kill on his low-slung juniper. He steps back to clear the sweat and smacks his lips in satisfaction. “Won’t let the new stuff grow,” he says. His cat bobs her … Continue reading →

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Boomer

Posted on December 13, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Curtains of rain drawn against warmth and sun keep the study, brooding books framed in orange firelight, at the grey edge of darkness. I sit overstuffed in a grandfather’s chair, feet in their wool kicked up on the hearth steaming … Continue reading →

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Fallen Angels

Posted on December 10, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Rhinestones on the bushes, gossamer in the trees, when you hear her call your name it drives you to your knees. The sky will build cathedrals that rise beyond your sight, the leaves will show their colors and lift you … Continue reading →

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When That Gregorian Calendar Rolls Over

Posted on December 9, 2013 by Jim Stewart

This time of year the anesthetic wears off and the nerves around your heart fray into syncopated buzzing lights that remind you of how the way you want to be differs from the way you are. The Accountant opens the … Continue reading →

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Nice Guys Get To Finish

Posted on December 7, 2013 by Jim Stewart

He stares loosely into the golden blue depths of her eyes, watching the dark shapes swim there, keeping to the shadowy deep. He guesses them to be piranha and decides not to go swimming. Maybe tomorrow after another long hopeful … Continue reading →

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Stuff

Posted on December 6, 2013 by Jim Stewart

A hanging bicycle the sleeve of a coat the chopping block by the woodpile the woodpile a motorcycle a car with no doors an unfinished model boat car doors a pile of papers on the counter a pile of papers … Continue reading →

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Dead-end Dad

Posted on December 3, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Flags wave in the breezy dark as houselights shine for no one. Across the street below, tired ghosts dance on closed garage doors. My cigar glows and ash sticks to my shirt. The wind tries to brush it away, but … Continue reading →

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