Tag Archives: magic

The Lift

Posted on September 24, 2016 by Jim Stewart

Birds, pilots, sailors… all look for lift Artists do too It is the physics of magic (guitar: getold.com; hawk: geol.umd.edu)   Inspired by: T Bone Burnett’s AmericanaFest Keynote Address

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Between Takes in Heaven West

Posted on July 10, 2016 by Jim Stewart

Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels rest by the Rio Grande, sharing sushi under a sky of forever blue. Scout and Silver graze nearby. To the south, a tumble of clouds builds over Mexico, rumpled shadows running across the far mesas. … Continue reading →

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When the Dream Begins

Posted on December 21, 2015 by Jim Stewart

When the dream begins you are not quite there; you love her rumpled face with the thousand-yard stare, and the dream begins. When the dream begins you focus on the now, you see the path ahead, but you don’t quite see the … Continue reading →

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Little One (for Reese)

Posted on November 7, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Little one, you are what precious means, your brand new feet are your favorite toys. Your gurgle girl smile melts my heart. I want to watch you grow into a lovely young woman, to feel the grace of it as … Continue reading →

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Little Mind

Posted on February 17, 2015 by Jim Stewart

My little mind seeks its way among large things in a vastness it cannot comprehend. I am glad it keeps going, past questions without answers, being stubborn that way, in blind faith, on some kind of mission, believing there is … Continue reading →

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Thankful

Posted on February 11, 2015 by Jim Stewart

For: the rustle of warm bedclothes; the distant dark noise of the ocean; a coyote yip in the night; the sigh of a lover satisfied; an adversary’s sudden pause; a shared laugh; electric light to write by; books that seize … Continue reading →

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Magic

Posted on February 4, 2015 by Jim Stewart

A lilt of breeze comes into my instrument; leaves beat the ground: show me the rhythm. Finding isn’t, seeking is. I nudge where light robs the darkness. I arrive in a place that sings. It is magic. (fountain: shutterstock.com; wings: … Continue reading →

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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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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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Bluebird Words on a Raptor Day

Posted on July 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Seldom does it do any good to read a poem as you fall asleep. The page flashes two, three times and suddenly you know there is no going on. Surrender is sweet. Sometimes, the unread poem gets trapped and the … Continue reading →

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