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Road and Synapse

Posted on October 8, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The gravel on this road long unused crackles with unfamiliar noise under my well-worn tires. My elbow thrusts into hot air, bared to sun and desert. Synapses not used in years fire in solidarity with the road, transporting me to … Continue reading →

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A Man’s Best Friend

Posted on September 15, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Sleep is an illusion tonight I cannot afford. I pay endless bills to the dark disquiet I have accepted. Mortality closing in sometimes gets my best, until the dog comes and loves me, wondering why Iā€™m still awake. My gratitude … 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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Haiku–Bright Rum

Posted on May 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: sometimes, these just write themselves. šŸ™‚ –jrs) Rum is of Nature: sugar cane and a bright brain. I am all for it. (sugarcane: bubblews.com; 1 Barrel: uncommoncaribbean.com)

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Haiku–Good Men Gone

Posted on April 18, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Good men gone away: one a friend, one an icon. I am lesser now. But I am also fuller from their influence and their example. (Gabo from januarymagazine.com; bench from coastalliving.com)

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Haiku–The Heart of My Matter

Posted on April 9, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Music spins from me; my tears, my laughter are one. Sometimes, I’m singing.     (guitar from fineartamerica.com; books from pitchfork.com; bottom: live at the Relief Pitcher)

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Haiku–Live Music

Posted on March 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Music from the heart embraces Anacortes; salty wings we are. (My great good friend Ernie Theriot and me remembering the Gris-Gris Band.)

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Andra Watkins’ Book is Live

Posted on March 2, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Here’s a link to my review of Andra Watkins’ new novel To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis. Check it out.

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Stuff

Posted on December 6, 2013 by Jim Stewart

A hanging bicycle the sleeve of a coat the chopping block by the woodpile the woodpile a motorcycle a car with no doors an unfinished model boat car doors a pile of papers on the counter a pile of papers … Continue reading →

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Three Bens and a Maybe

Posted on August 31, 2013 by Jim Stewart

It began, as adventures often do, on a regular day with normal weather. It was a Tuesday, I think, and the weather was damp and cold. Great low-hanging clouds drifted up the mountain from the ocean and ripped their bellies … Continue reading →

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