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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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Haiku–Live Music

Posted on March 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Music from the heart embraces Anacortes; salty wings we are. (My great good friend Ernie Theriot and me remembering the Gris-Gris Band.)

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Haiku–Time Eyeball

Posted on March 7, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Big picture eyeball at the center of my head; now is now the past.

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Andra Watkins’ Book is Live

Posted on March 2, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Here’s a link to my review of Andra Watkins’ new novel To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis. Check it out.

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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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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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Elk on Holiday

Posted on February 6, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Dear Hop-Two-Legs, Did you see us downtown? That was a fun day. It was nerve-wracking for me, but the youngsters had a good time and the females kept them in line. The grass in the meadow by the Ridge Path … Continue reading →

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Double Haiku–A Nail from the Heart

Posted on January 29, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Swept away by brooms intent on dusting heart beats; memories let go. Guitars are only hammers on sublime old nails; questions seeking light. (from eorthe.tumblr.com by Vic de Vera)

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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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