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The Time I Did Not Give Brian Doyle a Piggy-Back Ride

Posted on December 17, 2019 by Jim Stewart

I’m staying with the Brian theme one more time.–jrs Writers write, but authors have to do other stuff as well. Some of that stuff involves traveling around, reading some of what you’ve written, and discussing the sometimes mysterious differences between … Continue reading →

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A prayer for my friend Brian Doyle and my grandpuppy Toulouse

Posted on November 1, 2019 by Jim Stewart

This uses the form Brian invented for his Book of Uncommon Prayer and is used here out of deep profound respect–jrs Who never met but I would offer a few years off my life to watch them measure each other. … Continue reading →

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Muselessness

Posted on October 1, 2019 by Jim Stewart

I’m supposed to be finishing a novel but I’m not. It’s a murky late summer day with an uncertain sky and a directionally challenged breeze smelling of salt and fir, marsh and cedar. My characters are all hovering around the … Continue reading →

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An Example of Daily Writing

Posted on January 19, 2019 by Jim Stewart

(Here’s an example of a the beginning of a daily writing session. Initially, I made no edits. But I couldn’t stand it, so now it’strying to become a poem. I’ve changed the original, so my firsteffort has been subverted. Silly … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Peace as an Odd Job

Posted on January 27, 2016 by Jim Stewart

Is coming to peace with ambiguity a pathway to wisdom? (illusion: sommer-sommer.com; trees: wisdom-square.com)

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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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Haiku–Polaris on Deck

Posted on April 27, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Awake: cannot sleep. The deck beckons; I am rapt. Hello, Polaris.

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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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Haiku–Bright Tracks

Posted on April 3, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Walking tracks, bright sun, cold bites around the edges: a day with promise.

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Tanka–Who Was I?

Posted on March 23, 2015 by Jim Stewart

A rainy morning: I wonder who I might be; the windows are streaked. Trees await my scrutiny; is it windier out there?   (top: situation-kunst.de; bottom: controlyourcash.com)

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