Tag Archives: imagination

Haiku–Maw and Paw

Posted on February 9, 2015 by Jim Stewart

In the cavernous maw of human endeavor, I play with my dog. (top: izquotes.com; bottom: pinterest.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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Shadow Crown

Posted on November 3, 2014 by Jim Stewart

My shadow has a corona and baffles me with its otherworldly glow crowning the absence of light. How can this be? The world has rules. Obviously, I do not know them all. The light wavers around the silhouette of my … Continue reading →

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That Sparkling Crecendo

Posted on October 30, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Nod and smile: no commitment, metaphorical hands in cerebral pockets, a performance artfully rendered in a vacuum of open connections and blithe attentiveness. Nothing is there disguised as a vague thought—the actor acts— sometimes convincing himself. How different when passion … Continue reading →

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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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Water and Rock

Posted on September 3, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The head winds in these times: a gale blown in from the south drives the sea to a craggy appointment. It makes a shuttered room clean, just enough light to warm pen and paper bound with years and a hum … Continue reading →

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A Dream-Threshing Tractor

Posted on August 27, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I am a hiccup in some quantum field where there may or may not be a dream-threshing tractor. Imagination can travel faster than the speed of light. When you outrun light it is very dark. These things are obvious. My … Continue reading →

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Table Circle

Posted on July 2, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Laughter in the house tonight: small voices grow large spilling down the race of conversation around the table with its rattling dice cup. All support every roll. Applause abounds. Life will roll on, a collection of memories: sweet, bitter, sour, … 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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Nightmare in Denim

Posted on May 11, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this came from a nightmare I had when I was small, in Buffalo, NY. Why I still remember it as vividly as I do remains a mystery.–jrs) I cowered in my sleep unable to turn away, unable to awaken to … Continue reading →

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