Tag Archives: imagination

Haiku–Recognition

Posted on May 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Recognition flies in the face of memory; the blackbird alights. (top: bigthink.com; blackbird: allaboutbirds.org)

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Haiku–Tomorrow Comes

Posted on April 30, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Did not write a poem today; only wrote a verse. Tomorrow comes soon. (top from examinetheglass.com; bottom from isuma.tv)

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Unplug

Posted on April 25, 2014 by Jim Stewart

To play unplugged: acoustic music, the sounds of wood and steel, heart voicing recognition. To share, often, you must plug. Is the music still unplugged? Plugged in: social media to promote; promote what for what? recognition? fame? approval? money? What? … Continue reading →

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Haiku–The Origin of Net Fishing

Posted on April 3, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Did the first fish net come from a man watching a spider ply her trade?   (left from camping-together.com; right from helladelicious.com; stockings from commons.wikimedia.org)

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Haiku–Music is Home

Posted on March 31, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: had the privilege to attend a Jerry Douglas concert last night. He is astonishing.–jrs)  Flashing fingers and steel on bronze has me happy to be in the world. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dtPc3wNxOg

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Dream–Red Alpaca, Purple Topknot

Posted on March 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I’m lying abed, warm but worried over an undefined something. The phone rings: “Hello?” “I miss you. Do you miss me?” “Who is this?” Nothing. “Hello? Hello?” Nothing. I hang up. My wife rolls to her side and kisses my … Continue reading →

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Punishment

Posted on February 21, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I materialized in a brightly lit foyer. It was warm. I chose a hallway ahead of me and proceeded along its grey length. Closed doors were lined at regular intervals as my moccasined feet negotiated the smooth carpet. About four … 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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Excellence Looking for a Home

Posted on February 16, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Felma Sashay moved about the plaza with her uncommon grace capturing every gaze she passed. He rich brown hair swept down from her smooth brown shoulders and barely whisked the tops of the milkshake cups strapped to her ample hips. … Continue reading →

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To That Which is Not I

Posted on January 23, 2014 by Jim Stewart

You have to start somewhere. Depending on what you’re doing, it is best to start before the ending. I must admit, though, it is not mandatory. Stories can begin with the ending and end with the beginning. However, life as … Continue reading →

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