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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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Full Moon Haiku

Posted on January 15, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Big eye in the night; sharp shadows etch soft patterns; hearts know oceans keep. (photo courtesy of fullmoonmanager.com)

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Fall Haiku

Posted on January 13, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Faded, fluttering, falling; the wet driveway holds fast to my eye, true color. (photo courtesy of photography.nationalgeographic.com)

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Morning Haiku

Posted on January 6, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Feeding frenzied chickadees; suet hard and cold; ambrosia warms small wings. My favorite little guys:

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An Hour’s Nap

Posted on December 29, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Goodbye Mr. Rogers, it was nice to be aboard; Goodbye Mr. Jimi and your E7#9 chord. I step off the plane into my chair fumbling my way to awake, wondering how in the world such a journey is possible. My … Continue reading →

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Coyote Ruins a Dog

Posted on December 23, 2013 by Jim Stewart

On the other side of the fence was chaos and death, at least that’s how it seemed when the dog took off and scared that squirrel right out of his thick fall fur and into the coyote’s grinning mouth. The … Continue reading →

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Fallen Angels

Posted on December 10, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Rhinestones on the bushes, gossamer in the trees, when you hear her call your name it drives you to your knees. The sky will build cathedrals that rise beyond your sight, the leaves will show their colors and lift you … 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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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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Dream of Seashell Water

Posted on November 24, 2013 by Jim Stewart

You chase her with long strides up a series of ramps. You hear her laugh as she stays ahead. She giggles when she changes directions onto another ramp, behind you, leading ninety degrees away. You retrace a few steps and … Continue reading →

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