Tag Archives: humor

Haiku–Loosely, In the Sky with Diamonds

Posted on January 24, 2015 by Jim Stewart

The sun lights the birds: tight formation diamonds; Loosely, in the sky. (lovely bushtit: cindymcIntyre.wordpress.com)

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In The Telling

Posted on January 23, 2015 by Jim Stewart

My story moves around who’s doing the telling; who’s listening also forms the shape of it. I don’t much care as long as it’s all about me. In the dark, when I cannot see the ceiling, it’s not all about … Continue reading →

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Soak and Marinate

Posted on January 12, 2015 by Jim Stewart

The ocean curls over my feet: whale pee, shark pee, my own. If I held a Geiger counter down there and it clicked hard and fast, would it be my feet or Fukushima? So many places washing my feet, so many … Continue reading →

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Concentration Face

Posted on December 13, 2014 by Jim Stewart

My concentrating face is a frown. This has always been so. When I am deep in contemplation people who don’t know me assume that I am incalculably sad; they worry over my spirit, not seeing how my deep engagement has … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Fourth Floor

Posted on November 15, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Seventy-two steps: easy in the morning light, steeper in the night. (top: mexicantiles.com; bottom: bridgesandballoons.com)

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Haiku–Plumby Dummy

Posted on November 6, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Plumbing is my bane: water seeks its own level, just out of my reach.

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Oregon Membrane

Posted on October 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: I first heard “snort fort” in Leo Kottke’s “Jack Gets Up” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghHhRklLQzE). I’d love to take credit for it, but can’t.–jrs) An oddly unfamiliar sound seeps to me in my snort fort of sheets and pillows. The dog yawns … Continue reading →

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Thin Ice

Posted on October 1, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The ice lets me know it’s not ready with a peculiar noise: half crack, half echo. My heart freezes and climbs through my throat into my head, where it tries to look out from my nostrils. My gut stays calm; … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Jumble Toy

Posted on September 25, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The dog watches my jumble of knots creak and fray; he worries I’ll snap. (top: lillstreet.com; dog: cherylpitt.com)

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Poker Pout

Posted on September 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The gyre of chance: swirls in swirls; the cards are so cold, colder than the click of a door locking out hope. I push my chips to another stack, no regrets, no goodbyes offered, not even “see ya later.” My … Continue reading →

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