Category Archives: Writing

A Left-Brain Deal

Posted on April 8, 2016 by Jim Stewart

Writing is a left-brain deal Maybe Shaping the chatter like clay into a sculpture Can it be a song too? Both? Thawed music? It’s a left-brain deal, though The right brain knows what words are but doesn’t use them, I … 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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Ochoco Reach Available for Pre-order

Posted on October 1, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Suddenly, I’m an “official” author. My debut novel, Ochoco Reach, is available for pre-order on both Amazon and Barnes and Nobel. When the ebook is ready, it will appear in those places, plus iBooks and the other usual outlets. If … Continue reading →

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Squeezed Grey

Posted on May 20, 2015 by Jim Stewart

I lob my own entrails without consequence or accountability, as if they are profound, as if they aren’t useless, as if they are art. Squandering breath has become a hobby and a habit. Each breath measures part of a poem … Continue reading →

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Ballpoint Chisel (for Sharon Olds)

Posted on April 24, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Long ago I shook your hand and told you how much I love your work. I wanted to tell you what little I know about women has come from my wife and your carefully erected words. I wanted to tell … Continue reading →

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Tanka–Little Masturbations

Posted on March 30, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Poems of myself rarely find their way to sky. Heroes stuck in clay, feet marching, lonely in place, like little masturbations.   (moon: etocz.com: bear/sneakers: pxleyes.com)

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Tanka–Who Was I?

Posted on March 23, 2015 by Jim Stewart

A rainy morning: I wonder who I might be; the windows are streaked. Trees await my scrutiny; is it windier out there?   (top: situation-kunst.de; bottom: controlyourcash.com)

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Fishing

Posted on December 31, 2014 by Jim Stewart

A flick of the wrist: the spotted lure sails across the stream and blurps into the shadow under the far bank. The current catches my flash. Another flick of the wrist, gentler this time, and the rod tip aligns the spinner’s … Continue reading →

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Siphon

Posted on December 27, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Getting a flow started is not without consequences. You must overcome gravity even as you rely upon it. Avoiding a mouthful of what you cannot swallow is key.   (top: hikearizona.com; bottom: secretsofthefed.com)

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My Hand Moves

Posted on December 16, 2014 by Jim Stewart

My hand moves. A thread tugs my frontal lobes. At the other end, my ancient brain blazes a light like a Christmas star across those hills barely seen. Maybe the thread spans a river, vast and microscopic at the same time, … Continue reading →

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