Category Archives: Poem

Bow and Sinew

Posted on November 30, 2013 by Jim Stewart

I am alive at the vee of your legs contemplating your most moist embrace, marveling at the muscles that mothered my fatherhood a generation ago. As your back arches into a bow, my arms knot and I rise to press … Continue reading →

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Heating Air

Posted on November 29, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Before the sun crests the Cascades and spills into the valley where the river surges north, I’m out walking, arms rhythmically swinging like the gates on a furnace sucking air. A crow on a fence cocks his head and caws, … Continue reading →

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Weather Weather

Posted on November 27, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Today: Increasing periods of light as the horizon drops closer to revealing the sun. Scattered commuters will give way to heavy traffic and then taper off by mid-morning. Morning will also include brief storms of creativity, followed by doldrums in … Continue reading →

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Personal Transport (for Robert Frost)

Posted on November 25, 2013 by Jim Stewart

A steaming sip of fragrant tea rouses mornings wrapped in fog, walking beside the plumed dog across a plain of memories, calling the names of old acquaintances, some deceased, somehow puts my heart at ease and draws me back into … Continue reading →

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Dream of Seashell Water

Posted on November 24, 2013 by Jim Stewart

You chase her with long strides up a series of ramps. You hear her laugh as she stays ahead. She giggles when she changes directions onto another ramp, behind you, leading ninety degrees away. You retrace a few steps and … Continue reading →

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Furniture Marches On

Posted on November 23, 2013 by Jim Stewart

You lie face down in a big bed and wonder how you can breathe with a pillow clamped around your face. Your mouth tastes of feathers and you smell your own acrid drool. You jump at her voice when she … Continue reading →

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Waiting Just to Play

Posted on November 22, 2013 by Jim Stewart

I’ve given all my life to play a rounded wooden box that measures what I’ve gained and burns up what I’ve lost. Quiet house at the edge of dawn: the moon scrubs clean the windows and the cats stay busy … Continue reading →

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Home, Townes

Posted on November 19, 2013 by Jim Stewart

I wrote this on a night in 1997 when a good pal called me and told me that Townes Van Zandt had moved onto another dimension.   Goodbye, you old rounder. I’ll miss your gaunt sad voice singing of the … Continue reading →

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Too Damn Dumb

Posted on November 16, 2013 by Jim Stewart

He gave up in late nineteen sixty-three with the death of a young president still firmly caught on a fence in his mind where the wind fans desire to intent. The other hands tried to console him, but they offered … Continue reading →

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Follow the Light

Posted on November 15, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Shadows beginning to form as the light brushes your window. Sunrise just moments away, I can hear the dawning wind blow. Moving across the moon, a flight of albatross, they follow the light and go home. Your body’s as thin … Continue reading →

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