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Category Archives: Reprint
A Frog for Cheryl
(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
Posted in Consciousness, end-of-life, memory, Poem, Reprint, Slice of Death, Wildlife
Tagged animals, death, dreaming, life, loss, love
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Excerpt from The Last Salmon
(Note: this is a quick excerpt from my story The Last Salmon (first published in Rattapallax). It’s also in my collection White Ravens–And More Stories (click the link to the right).–jrs) He almost missed his turn. The flashing yellow light … Continue reading
Posted in American history, Excerpt, Reprint, Short Story, story excerpt
Tagged coast life, fish, life, loss, love, nature, Oregon coast, short story, writing
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Boomer
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
Posted in Aging, American history, Oregon, Poem, Reprint, walking
Tagged American excess, Baby Boomers, coast life, fire, outdoors, war, weather
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A Cheyenne Woman Speaks to a Corpse from the Seventh Cavalry, During the Evening of June 25th, 1876
The Greasy Grass licks your blood from my hands. I cannot see where my own blood ends. I am breathing now the sharp air of your death. Your hair is the color of the grass, but is dead and strange. … Continue reading
Posted in American history, American Indian, Cheyenne, Lakota, Reprint
Tagged afterlife, American History, Cheyenne, death, George Armstrong Custer, grief, history, Hunkpapa, Lakota, Little Big Horn
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Fallen Angels
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
Posted in Dream, Lyrics, Music, Poem, Reprint, Sex, Speculative Fantasy
Tagged angels, imagination, poem, sex
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Stuff
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
Posted in Aging, memory, Poem, Reprint, Slice of Life
Tagged absurd humor, clutter, frustration, imagination, life, organization, writers, writing
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Personal Transport (for Robert Frost)
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
Posted in Poem, Reprint, Slice of Life
Tagged dogs, fog, outdoors, poem, Robert Frost, tribute, walking
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Home, Townes
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
Posted in Music, Poem, Reprint
Tagged hard living, memorium, poem, songwriter, Townes Van Zandt, troubadour
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An Ashram at Wishram
Notes scatter from the bell at the top of the door. She looks up from her book to see him cowed as if the notes were shards of glass and he a hemophiliac. “Close the door,” she smiles and closes … Continue reading
The Actress and the Grunion
She was an actress and even though I heard Wales in her voice she was as American as French-fries. I’d seen her in a play where she bested the writing to make me laugh. I lived two doors downhill to … Continue reading
Narble Furt Lives 