Category Archives: Writing

Haiku–Good Men Gone

Posted on April 18, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Good men gone away: one a friend, one an icon. I am lesser now. But I am also fuller from their influence and their example. (Gabo from januarymagazine.com; bench from coastalliving.com)

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Wanting

Posted on April 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I want to write a poem today. It need not be art, it just needs to be. I want to write a poem every day with a deep abiding want, but allowing this desire will bring only more wanting, not poems. They will … Continue reading →

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How Bad it Isn’t

Posted on February 20, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I touch despair when everything I say is trite or dark or transparent; when everything I think is a poster for stereotypes. Yes, there are writing days and there are reading days. Even with deeply lowered expectations, I shall escape … Continue reading →

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The Rules

Posted on February 18, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I have been told to never open a story with weather and I have always asked why. Does it lead to cliché? Sometimes my morning opens with weather and I move through the story of my day from that beginning. … Continue reading →

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