Category Archives: Writing

Bluebird Words on a Raptor Day

Posted on July 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Seldom does it do any good to read a poem as you fall asleep. The page flashes two, three times and suddenly you know there is no going on. Surrender is sweet. Sometimes, the unread poem gets trapped and the … Continue reading →

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Big Rocks — Little Rocks

Posted on June 18, 2014 by Jim Stewart

“Time to make little rocks out of big rocks.” Work is work. I remember: cold clouds slung low, soaking all of us, men and machines thundering through my earplugs and muffs as a thousand drummers play with wild abandon. I … Continue reading →

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Sodium and Chlorine

Posted on June 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this is not supposed to be a scientific treatise on how synaptic transmission works. The ionic chemistry in a synapse is quite complex. All I’m trying to do, here, is experiment with how I perceive things in a poem.–jrs) … Continue reading →

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Haiku–My Life: A Full Meal Deal

Posted on June 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Writing is the meat. Music is vegetables. Reading for dessert.   (kabobs: halfhourmeals.com; pecan pie: myfrienddebbie.com)

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No Place to Land

Posted on June 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The eaves sing their songs, odd harmonies swirling with gulls as they wheel worried among the masts. The crows are hunkered somewhere in the green watching the blustery sway. The chickadees hold tight as near the trunks as they dare. … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Bright Rum

Posted on May 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: sometimes, these just write themselves. 🙂 –jrs) Rum is of Nature: sugar cane and a bright brain. I am all for it. (sugarcane: bubblews.com; 1 Barrel: uncommoncaribbean.com)

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Haiku–Tomorrow Comes

Posted on April 30, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Did not write a poem today; only wrote a verse. Tomorrow comes soon. (top from examinetheglass.com; bottom from isuma.tv)

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Frame of Reference

Posted on April 29, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Framed by reference: to conform or depart, leaving a trail of bread in my wake. Fearful of the limb end and of not getting lost, I walk on. The familiar holds little comfort, yet the wild universe feels like home. … Continue reading →

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Blank Page

Posted on April 26, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The blank page stares. It knows your weakness, is your weakness. It knows how you felt when you shot that small songbird when you were ten. It knows how you were drawn: smudged charcoal lines, very little ink, almost no … Continue reading →

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Unplug

Posted on April 25, 2014 by Jim Stewart

To play unplugged: acoustic music, the sounds of wood and steel, heart voicing recognition. To share, often, you must plug. Is the music still unplugged? Plugged in: social media to promote; promote what for what? recognition? fame? approval? money? What? … Continue reading →

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