Tag Archives: death

Reminders in Early July

Posted on July 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(The Fourth is a grand holiday. It’s my sister’s birthday. We live in a truly great country where we are mostly safe and enjoy opportunities rare in the big picture. Most often, I am proud to be American. But…  –jrs) … Continue reading →

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Haiku–I Know Why the Caged Bird Springs

Posted on May 28, 2014 by Jim Stewart

We are all human: a few of us light the way; Caged Bird rises free.   (from oprah.com)

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A Question for Cheryl

Posted on February 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I should have knelt in the street, put my head in your lap, and let you stroke my hair. But we didn’t know. We were ten. Would you have grown into a woman who found a cure for what killed … Continue reading →

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A Frog for Cheryl

Posted on February 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: This is a reprint of a poem I published years ago in Licking River Review. Not sure why, but I’ve been thinking about my long-gone friend Cheryl, who died when we were ten. The poem also appears on jamesrichardstewart.com.”) … Continue reading →

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To Grow and Be Safe

Posted on January 26, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Well. You’re both down there now with pieces of my heart, shared like brie on a plate for the enjoyment of this family who loves unconditionally and proffers a home to grow in and be safe. We are emptier than … Continue reading →

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Next: The Caper Salad Caper

Posted on December 26, 2013 by Jim Stewart

(Note: This part 2 of a 5-part rewrite of an old piece I started and never finished. The story timeframe is somewhere in the 1970s. I’m poking fun at the genre and also at myself. If nobody likes it, that’s … Continue reading →

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Coyote Ruins a Dog

Posted on December 23, 2013 by Jim Stewart

On the other side of the fence was chaos and death, at least that’s how it seemed when the dog took off and scared that squirrel right out of his thick fall fur and into the coyote’s grinning mouth. The … Continue reading →

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Opening for Ironwood #2–Dead Me

Posted on December 18, 2013 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this is one of three openings I’ve written for the “next” Ironwood novel.–jrs) Bucket’s nose in my ear woke me up. I cracked open an eye. It was still dark. I reached out, ruffled his soft ears, and tapped … Continue reading →

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A Cheyenne Woman Speaks to a Corpse from the Seventh Cavalry, During the Evening of June 25th, 1876

Posted on December 12, 2013 by Jim Stewart

The Greasy Grass licks your blood from my hands. I cannot see where my own blood ends. I am breathing now the sharp air of your death. Your hair is the color of the grass, but is dead and strange. … Continue reading →

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A Prairie Prayer

Posted on November 26, 2013 by Jim Stewart

We moved his body to the rafters of the tack shed this morning. His woman, his mate, his best friend, will keep what is left of him alive as best she can. She is listening for You and seeks solace … Continue reading →

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