Tag Archives: life

I Shall Go Gentle

Posted on February 27, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: This is my meager answer, for today anyway, to Dylan Thomas’ iconic poem–jrs) Do not fear this, my child. I shall go gentle, I shall not rage, I shall escape this delightful cage. It has served me well, this … Continue reading →

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A Thankful Dad

Posted on February 25, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: for Jess and Ben, just because–jrs) Both of you born in the winter cold and dark, which says a lot for early spring romancing. The two of you different and several years apart, but each of you set my … Continue reading →

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Haiku–This Day

Posted on February 24, 2014 by Jim Stewart

This morning I died. This afternoon I woke up. This evening will be. (Change sign from xinyfengshui.com; monolith from sociobiology.com)

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The Rest of the Way

Posted on February 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this is a Lai poetry form. Like most of us, I’m stumbling along, trying to find my glasses.–jrs) There comes a time to round the bend and head for home to grudgingly contend with chores undone and animals to … Continue reading →

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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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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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Buddy Elks Out an Existence

Posted on January 19, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: Travel day today. We’re headed 993 miles north, back to the northwest winter. I’m okay with that.–jrs) Dear Biped, Lots of grass to eat today. We’re in that big meadow behind your house, which is mostly dark and has … Continue reading →

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Ocean Moon Haiku–Time to Rhyme

Posted on January 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Prayer sand holds knees; full moon dances with the trees, pouring molten cheese. (pinned from seepicz.com)

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