Category Archives: Woman

Dead of Night

Posted on January 20, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Pulled out of Tonopah at half-past last heading up ninety-five. Rocks were glowing—sand was blowing, saw absolutely nothing alive. Realized then: what did I know, is there anything real I see? This highway runnin’ in the dead of night is … Continue reading →

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Smallity

Posted on November 8, 2017 by Jim Stewart

We are sometimes so small, me especially. About small things. We get miffed because somebody asks us to do something and we are distracted from what we’re pretending to think about even if what we’re thinking about is banal an … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Rum and She

Posted on November 7, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Rum is a sweet sip. My companion is sweetness. I am so lucky.  

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Maybe in Another Life

Posted on September 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

She is a feast of soft lines and deft nooks, a heaviness of promise and allure. Our silent promises cannot be kept. A sharp look of agreement would cut through the hearts of all. Promises we have already made keep us honest … Continue reading →

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A Glimpse of the Deeper

Posted on May 9, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Would I know your face now? I like to think I would, but memory is an often tricky thing; I’ve known it to add and to subtract. What I know as true may not be; where I’ve been may not … Continue reading →

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Parts

Posted on April 8, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Admiring a woman’s parts: curve of derriere, swell of breast, turn of legs, smooth of back, arch of neck, all clichés in a greater whole. When I am lost in cliché, my shrug says I’m hard-wired to look. It’s admiration, … Continue reading →

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