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Haiku–Maw and Paw

Posted on February 9, 2015 by Jim Stewart

In the cavernous maw of human endeavor, I play with my dog. (top: izquotes.com; bottom: pinterest.com)

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Birthing a Day by Jim Stewart

Posted on December 31, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Originally posted on The Blue Hour:
You can hear the ocean early in the morning from here, this house hunkered on the hill, the back side of Soledad Mountain. Mexico is way out there and the lights of downtown muted…

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Goodreads Review: Andra Watkins’ new memoir

Posted on November 28, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace by Andra Watkins My rating: 5 of 5 stars “Not Without My Father” is ambitious adventure memoir. It is funny, poignant, agonizing, raunchy, and delightfully “out there.” Andra … Continue reading →

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Dementia by Stephanie Bryant Anderson

Posted on November 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Originally posted on The Blue Hour:
By the bed in a cup the waiting water grows tepid, the medicine sleeping ??????????in me like a watchdog. The air inside the room, cold & artificial. Unable to warm, I feast on stars,…

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Haiku–Plumby Dummy

Posted on November 6, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Plumbing is my bane: water seeks its own level, just out of my reach.

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Oregon Membrane

Posted on October 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: I first heard “snort fort” in Leo Kottke’s “Jack Gets Up” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghHhRklLQzE). I’d love to take credit for it, but can’t.–jrs) An oddly unfamiliar sound seeps to me in my snort fort of sheets and pillows. The dog yawns … Continue reading →

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A Sequence Spoken

Posted on October 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

A poet is a person who makes snapshots, moments in a sequence spoken like the tree falling in the forest: kinetic images for who would listen. Judgment has little to do with truth; merit is wholly subjective. We align if … Continue reading →