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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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Haiku–Writing Wherever

Posted on November 1, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: you should check out Daniel von der Embse’s blog at writinginairplanes.com. jrs) To write or to nap; my home away from my home: writing in airplanes. Writing this journal wherever I’m traveling: working the home front. (top: pinterest.com; bottom: … 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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Water and Rock

Posted on September 3, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The head winds in these times: a gale blown in from the south drives the sea to a craggy appointment. It makes a shuttered room clean, just enough light to warm pen and paper bound with years and a hum … Continue reading →

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Contact

Posted on September 1, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I write for people awake. I don’t have to yell. Some of our herd: I see their eyes flash; they know they don’t know, but are not afraid. More is heard than said. The thread glows and goes and grows, … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Sticky Feet

Posted on August 13, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Social media: a flypaper walk all day. Such is selling books. (from fredcavazza.net)

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No Reading Tonight

Posted on August 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Sitting on the bed is like winning the lottery; the pillows beckon and the fetus I sometimes am will curl and sigh. The book at my bedside beckons, also, with insight and grace. The poet I am sighs. Carefully, I … 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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Sodium and Chlorine

Posted on June 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this is not supposed to be a scientific treatise on how synaptic transmission works. The ionic chemistry in a synapse is quite complex. All I’m trying to do, here, is experiment with how I perceive things in a poem.–jrs) … Continue reading →

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