Category Archives: Slice of Life

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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A Prairie Prayer

Posted on November 26, 2013 by Jim Stewart

We moved his body to the rafters of the tack shed this morning. His woman, his mate, his best friend, will keep what is left of him alive as best she can. She is listening for You and seeks solace … 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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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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The Mind is Quicker Than the Eye

Posted on September 26, 2013 by Jim Stewart

“Has it ever occurred to you,” she inquired sweetly, “that just because you don’t have the vaguest idea of who I am, you might not know me at all?” Bizwat stared at her dumbly. He was struck by her simple … Continue reading →

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Reality is a Bozo Concept

Posted on September 19, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Yass, yuh staht widjer basic hyoom. Now, yuh kin git hyoom onda open range, whar the long grass blows after sweetnin snow have lain long and calm. When yuh have done founded hyoom thass choicely good, carefully lay open the … Continue reading →

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Preventing Facial Cavities

Posted on September 18, 2013 by Jim Stewart

The eyes met in the mirror for a long smoldering moment. She was luxuriating in a tub of hot scented water and he was valiantly, but vainly, trying to shave with a mangled tube of toothpaste. “Dear…,” she said gently. … Continue reading →

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Slapstick Death

Posted on September 14, 2013 by Jim Stewart

I stood in the dusty street, reckless and wild, listening to my heart pound. It had finally come to this and I was ready. Passers by saw my intent, felt the ice in my stare, and scurried out of the … Continue reading →

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Three Bens and a Maybe

Posted on August 31, 2013 by Jim Stewart

It began, as adventures often do, on a regular day with normal weather. It was a Tuesday, I think, and the weather was damp and cold. Great low-hanging clouds drifted up the mountain from the ocean and ripped their bellies … Continue reading →

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