Tag Archives: life

Butter, Blood, and Beads

Posted on December 21, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Buttered toast sucks up the beef blood on the cutting board to happy noises, anticipating the almost guilty pleasure of savoring the blooded bread. The children ready the tree for Christmas with strings of lights and beads. A lifetime of ornaments … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Rum and She

Posted on November 7, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Rum is a sweet sip. My companion is sweetness. I am so lucky.  

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Clock’s Break

Posted on October 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

clock watcher present tedium energy spent unwise seating making tea not exercise doors close walls advance frontal lobes echo echo limbic flash danger calls rain silvers locks break lungs pump clock stops (top: moddb.com; Yosemite: sardonycs.net)

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Road and Synapse

Posted on October 8, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The gravel on this road long unused crackles with unfamiliar noise under my well-worn tires. My elbow thrusts into hot air, bared to sun and desert. Synapses not used in years fire in solidarity with the road, transporting me to … Continue reading →

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The Prince of Rankle

Posted on October 3, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Rankled. Can’t sugar-coat it, just annoyed at everything, mostly myself. It’s chemistry. I should be upbeat. I should feel free: the monkey is gone. I allow the city to choke my peace. I have an idea and pretend it is … 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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Contact

Posted on September 1, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I write for people awake. I don’t have to yell. Some of our herd: I see their eyes flash; they know they don’t know, but are not afraid. More is heard than said. The thread glows and goes and grows, … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Mornings

Posted on August 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Gossamer threads run from tree to leaf, leaf to ground. Mornings are my time. (top: neowin.net; bottom: forum.prisonplanet.com)

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Haiku–Solitude

Posted on July 25, 2014 by Jim Stewart

A simple pine cone: lying alone on the ground. It needs a squirrel. (top: dreamstime.com; bottom: flickr.com)

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Sodium and Chlorine

Posted on June 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this is not supposed to be a scientific treatise on how synaptic transmission works. The ionic chemistry in a synapse is quite complex. All I’m trying to do, here, is experiment with how I perceive things in a poem.–jrs) … Continue reading →

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