Category Archives: Slice of Life

Haiku–Hair Reality

Posted on August 19, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The skin on the back of my head is warm and smooth. I miss my hair there.

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No Reading Tonight

Posted on August 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Sitting on the bed is like winning the lottery; the pillows beckon and the fetus I sometimes am will curl and sigh. The book at my bedside beckons, also, with insight and grace. The poet I am sighs. Carefully, I … Continue reading →

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Table Circle

Posted on July 2, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Laughter in the house tonight: small voices grow large spilling down the race of conversation around the table with its rattling dice cup. All support every roll. Applause abounds. Life will roll on, a collection of memories: sweet, bitter, sour, … Continue reading →

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Peace and Fire

Posted on June 20, 2014 by Jim Stewart

We kissed: lips groping without knowing, hands benign and trembling, timid and still. You were a gift I did not understand. I had no way to accept the strange dichotomy of peace and fire. When I moved away to California … Continue reading →

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Day Six

Posted on May 24, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: I’ve always enjoyed smoking. Do I feel deprived? Yes. Do I feel good about stopping? Yes. Euphoria comes and goes. It’s an insidious addiction.–jrs) My skin crawls off of me and disappears into the outlet just above where my … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Nightscape

Posted on May 15, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Roaring, the city comes across the broad nightscape; airplanes are lined up. (city: hdfons.com; planes: travel-tour-guide.com)

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Ease Easy

Posted on April 22, 2014 by Jim Stewart

To find a place of ease is not easy. Step outside your comfort zone I’m told. Do those things few people are willing to do. Nurture your dream; do not relent. Have confidence in your humility. (umbrella from parkirsaha.blogspot.com; bench … Continue reading →

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Haiku–The Light in Lightness

Posted on February 26, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Piles taller than me; it’s time to deal with The Stuff, creating lightness. Dredging up the past, memories only to keep; planning to move home. Thirty years hide here, scrabbling beneath profound dust. Maybe we’re crazy.

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How Bad it Isn’t

Posted on February 20, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I touch despair when everything I say is trite or dark or transparent; when everything I think is a poster for stereotypes. Yes, there are writing days and there are reading days. Even with deeply lowered expectations, I shall escape … Continue reading →

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The Rest of the Way

Posted on February 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this is a Lai poetry form. Like most of us, I’m stumbling along, trying to find my glasses.–jrs) There comes a time to round the bend and head for home to grudgingly contend with chores undone and animals to … Continue reading →

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