Category Archives: Slice of Life

A Hole in My Ho Ho

Posted on December 25, 2021 by Jim Stewart

This has been the first Christmas in many years without you. Ah, buddy, I miss you so. There really is a hole in my ho ho. I’m still saying goodnight to you when I turn off the light. I may … Continue reading →

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Haiku: Each Breath

Posted on April 6, 2020 by Jim Stewart

Gratitude for each breath is a verse that goes onuntil the song ends. Be well; be safe; be kind. (Photo: Narble Furt)

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Muselessness

Posted on October 1, 2019 by Jim Stewart

I’m supposed to be finishing a novel but I’m not. It’s a murky late summer day with an uncertain sky and a directionally challenged breeze smelling of salt and fir, marsh and cedar. My characters are all hovering around the … Continue reading →

Posted in Absolutes, animals, Brian Doyle, Dog, Dogs, Gratitude, Novel, Slice of Life, Uncategorized, William Stafford, Writing | Tagged , , , , | 16 Comments

“Mister…?”

Posted on September 19, 2019 by Jim Stewart

A young boy, dressed in clean but threadbare jeans and a shirt that might have once been red, took in my leathers and my road-weary black Harley. He then shot me a look that was older than he was. “Mister? … Continue reading →

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Shameless Plug

Posted on October 30, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Okay. Another shameless plug: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/white-ravens/id1439393149?ls=1&mt=11 The collection goes live tomorrow.

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Regular Days

Posted on March 24, 2016 by Jim Stewart

Sunlight befriends a digital stream of virtual heavy lifting, the meat of work devoured; tasks fall like pistachio husks. Night shadows a stream splashing the bowl when the hours are shy and don’t care who you are. I prefer the … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Now

Posted on November 9, 2015 by Jim Stewart

I don’t care what time it is. I don’t care what day it is. I am here. (www.ripples.ca)

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Little One (for Reese)

Posted on November 7, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Little one, you are what precious means, your brand new feet are your favorite toys. Your gurgle girl smile melts my heart. I want to watch you grow into a lovely young woman, to feel the grace of it as … Continue reading →

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All Two Human

Posted on July 6, 2015 by Jim Stewart

(With apologies to Bob Merrill, who wrote the doggie in the window song.–jrs) Who is that drunkard in the mirror, the one with the waggley face? Who is that drunkard in the mirror? I swear I’ve met him someplace. He … Continue reading →

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Warm and Round

Posted on July 1, 2015 by Jim Stewart

The night is still and round. An ocean rises from city traffic as my skin rejoices the fan whirling from the ceiling. I sit where the dog sleeps when he’s here. I can almost hear his stir and stretch as … Continue reading →

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