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A Left-Brain Deal

Posted on April 8, 2016 by Jim Stewart

Writing is a left-brain deal Maybe Shaping the chatter like clay into a sculpture Can it be a song too? Both? Thawed music? It’s a left-brain deal, though The right brain knows what words are but doesn’t use them, I … Continue reading →

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Intensities

Posted on December 1, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Microscopic armies clash, silent until I cough. The universe seeks the life of my form, my protoplasm, my individual identity. The universe will always win the final war, but these small battles are mine, gaining humility and wisdom to give … Continue reading →

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Squeezed Grey

Posted on May 20, 2015 by Jim Stewart

I lob my own entrails without consequence or accountability, as if they are profound, as if they aren’t useless, as if they are art. Squandering breath has become a hobby and a habit. Each breath measures part of a poem … Continue reading →

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Ballpoint Chisel (for Sharon Olds)

Posted on April 24, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Long ago I shook your hand and told you how much I love your work. I wanted to tell you what little I know about women has come from my wife and your carefully erected words. I wanted to tell … Continue reading →

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Tanka–Little Masturbations

Posted on March 30, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Poems of myself rarely find their way to sky. Heroes stuck in clay, feet marching, lonely in place, like little masturbations.   (moon: etocz.com: bear/sneakers: pxleyes.com)

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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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My Hand Moves

Posted on December 16, 2014 by Jim Stewart

My hand moves. A thread tugs my frontal lobes. At the other end, my ancient brain blazes a light like a Christmas star across those hills barely seen. Maybe the thread spans a river, vast and microscopic at the same time, … Continue reading →

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A Sequence Spoken

Posted on October 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

A poet is a person who makes snapshots, moments in a sequence spoken like the tree falling in the forest: kinetic images for who would listen. Judgment has little to do with truth; merit is wholly subjective. We align if … Continue reading →

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Unruly Rodeo

Posted on October 7, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Oh, to be a careful writer, dotting eyes and crossing tees, always sure of being ruly as my thoughts tumble to the page in ordered eloquence, perfectly coiffed and savored by readers as fine wine. Reality, though, finds this notion … 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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