Category Archives: Poem

The Road Takes a Break in Nakusp, B.C.

Posted on August 17, 2018 by Jim Stewart

The breeze off Arrow lake sways the curtains in my room, robbing the ghosts of places to hide. The fan blurs the ceiling where peeled wallpaper casts vibrating shadows, like insect wings stuck to my leather. The confused air stirs … Continue reading →

Posted in Action-adventure, Art, Bedtime, Consciousness, Dream, Gratitude, Harley Davdson, Life, memory, Motorcycles, Poem, Travel, Uncategorized, Vacation | Tagged Canada, ghosts, life, poetry, travel | 2 Comments

Companions

Posted on August 1, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Thank you for my companions: this journal; this pen; this heart full of my blood; my blood in the hearts of others; my heart in the hearts of others; the quivering guitars; the gift of music holding me fast; this … Continue reading →

Posted in Absolutes, family, Friendship, Gratitude, Home, Hope, Humans, Life, pals, Poem, Uncategorized, Universe, Wisdom, Writing | Tagged friendship, life, music, peace | 4 Comments

Visceral Musing

Posted on May 21, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Here Poemy, here girl, here boy, hweet, hwheet, wheet… c’mon—atta girl, atta boy, c’mon. Bronkbuster’s muse is a dominatrix— demanding, abusive, beautiful, alluring, cruel, and dripping wet—smelling of sea and sagebrush. Mine is on cat’s feet, shifting shapes and sometimes … Continue reading →

Posted in Art, Beach, eroticism, Home, Ocean, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged Muse, poetry, sagebrush, work, writing, Zarzyski | 2 Comments

Reading Admonition

Posted on March 16, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Reading poems– a bronkbuster, a recovered drunk, a morning iconoclast; all tell me: write something with velocity, not half fast. (Paul Zarzyski: Gordon Stevens; Richard Hugo: Hugo House; William Stafford: American Academy of Poets)

Posted in Absolutes, Bedtime, cowboy poetry, Drunkenness, Humans, humor, Narble Furt, Oregon, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Work, Writing | Tagged humility, learning, Paul Zarzyski, poetry, Richard Hugo, William Stafford, work, writing | Leave a comment

A Poem Comes

Posted on March 2, 2018 by Jim Stewart

My impatience robs me of my observance, but sharpens my pen. I slice my ego into quivering hunks of silvery fatback, sputtering in the skillet I heat with my heart. Shame fits me too well. I am only as good … Continue reading →

Posted in Absolutes, Art, birth, Humans, Man, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Universe, Work | Tagged gift, imagination, poetry, work, writing | 1 Comment

Haiku: Rain, Rain

Posted on February 16, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Rain, rain, come and stay; all the green loves every day. Rain, rain, time to play. (iStock)

Posted in Beach, flowers, Gratitude, Haiku, Oregon, Poem, Uncategorized, Water | Tagged home, poetry, rain | 2 Comments

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 →

Posted in Consciousness, Humans, Life, Lyrics, Night, Poem, Song, Uncategorized, Universe, Woman | Tagged desert, driving fast, driving story, ghost, lonely | 7 Comments

Mystery Bird

Posted on September 26, 2017 by Jim Stewart

A whirring tumble of notes; a small dark bird I cannot identify— no name where the song might hang. There is only sound. This morning arpeggio startles me. I find the singer on a high wire beak open, breath inflating … Continue reading →