Tag Archives: sexy

May December Be

Posted on April 27, 2016 by Jim Stewart

You are younger than my daughter, but you are not my daughter. The rich human history of young women and old men is a cross-grain of joyful noise and heartache. Wisdom is the most valuable attribute in both directions, a … Continue reading →

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Penis Ponder

Posted on November 26, 2014 by Jim Stewart

“The problem with men is they were raised by women.” ~Virgie Wicks (1923 – 2000) Our mothers made it up as we went along early on: they loved us, hugged up, scrubbed us, taught us our little appendage was a … Continue reading →

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Maybe in Another Life

Posted on September 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

She is a feast of soft lines and deft nooks, a heaviness of promise and allure. Our silent promises cannot be kept. A sharp look of agreement would cut through the hearts of all. Promises we have already made keep us honest … Continue reading →

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Haiku–The Origin of Net Fishing

Posted on April 3, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Did the first fish net come from a man watching a spider ply her trade?   (left from camping-together.com; right from helladelicious.com; stockings from commons.wikimedia.org)

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Excellence Looking for a Home

Posted on February 16, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Felma Sashay moved about the plaza with her uncommon grace capturing every gaze she passed. He rich brown hair swept down from her smooth brown shoulders and barely whisked the tops of the milkshake cups strapped to her ample hips. … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Got Dreamed and Missed It

Posted on January 30, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The dream was sexy. Remembering why is vague. Loveliness leads on.

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