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Buddy Elk Believes

Posted on December 24, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Dear Biped, Spent some time with that dog I mentioned in my last letter and asked him about that baring your teeth thing that had me puzzled. He said you do that when you are amused or happy. Do you … Continue reading →

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Boomer

Posted on December 13, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Curtains of rain drawn against warmth and sun keep the study, brooding books framed in orange firelight, at the grey edge of darkness. I sit overstuffed in a grandfather’s chair, feet in their wool kicked up on the hearth steaming … Continue reading →

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Now Your Leg Can Feed Your Heart

Posted on December 5, 2013 by Jim Stewart

“That’s where they got the replacement parts,” you say as you point at your shin. I look and sure enough there is a slice on the inside of your leg, neat butterflies, from your ankle halfway to your knee. Then … Continue reading →

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Buddy the Elk Speaks Again

Posted on December 1, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Dear Narb, Saw you splitting wood the other day. You did wave and I thank you for that, but then you bared your teeth at me, which I found a bit disconcerting. I didn’t see or smell any fear or … Continue reading →

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Heating Air

Posted on November 29, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Before the sun crests the Cascades and spills into the valley where the river surges north, I’m out walking, arms rhythmically swinging like the gates on a furnace sucking air. A crow on a fence cocks his head and caws, … Continue reading →

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Buddy the Elk Speaks

Posted on November 28, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Dear Narb, Just so you won’t get confused, as you humans so often do, I’ll tell you who this is right off the bat. I’m the one you call Buddy, the big boy with the arrow scar at the top … Continue reading →

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Personal Transport (for Robert Frost)

Posted on November 25, 2013 by Jim Stewart

A steaming sip of fragrant tea rouses mornings wrapped in fog, walking beside the plumed dog across a plain of memories, calling the names of old acquaintances, some deceased, somehow puts my heart at ease and draws me back into … Continue reading →

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The Glow

Posted on October 17, 2013 by Jim Stewart

“You gonna shoot me with that?” The stranger did not look particularly concerned as he stood next to the tree that had sprouted when Bob’s grandpa was a kid. It stretched over a hundred feet to the sky now and … Continue reading →

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