Tag Archives: aging

Certainty

Posted on April 24, 2016 by Jim Stewart

Clandestine wandering— I like to think that’s how my mind works. My fantasies are all about how special I am and smart and unique. Reality? I’m always unsure. Simple physics: What I see in the mirror is backwards. I have … Continue reading →

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Surely Blue

Posted on June 20, 2015 by Jim Stewart

The horizon is bright, high, blue and white, features hidden in layers of cotton. Where I live you cannot see this blue from the ground, the variations of it, the transition from bright to dark and back. I think I … Continue reading →

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Wide Open

Posted on April 21, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: My kids will be at Wrigley this Wednesday, April 23, 2014, for the 100-year celebration. It’s my daughter’s gift to my son for his 30th birthday.–jrs) A century ago a ballpark opened in Chicago, on the north side. My children … Continue reading →

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Silly Old Cat

Posted on January 25, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Silly old cat. You almost made it to twenty. What is that in cat years? You never gave in to mere affection and were loathe to suffer a belly rub. You drew blood from the uninitiated. Maine Coon and who … Continue reading →

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Dead-end Dad

Posted on December 3, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Flags wave in the breezy dark as houselights shine for no one. Across the street below, tired ghosts dance on closed garage doors. My cigar glows and ash sticks to my shirt. The wind tries to brush it away, but … Continue reading →

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Too Damn Dumb

Posted on November 16, 2013 by Jim Stewart

He gave up in late nineteen sixty-three with the death of a young president still firmly caught on a fence in his mind where the wind fans desire to intent. The other hands tried to console him, but they offered … Continue reading →

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