Tossed Pebbles, Living Words & Images has 144 pages filled with haiku poems, some matched with colour nature images in the Haiga tradition (a painting with a haiku). This ebook is best viewed in a program like Adobe Reader in two-page view.  You are invited to see samples below. A backgrounder on haiku, juxtaposition and Zen is on the Articles page. “Ayres” surname was an earlier pen name and I’ve since reverted to my birth name. Thanks for your interest.   


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Excerpts are below.

Wind Rippling, Living Words & Images is another production by Roderick J. Stewart and RodArts. It is currently available in eBook form,

Wind Rippling comprises three sections: Aphorisms (or wise sayings) with photographs, Haiku with photographs, and short fiction which combine photographs with a short narrative and haiku.

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Tossed pebbles, living words & images - samples

Koi Fish in Pool, Butterfly Gardens, Brentwood Bay

Fish moving water
water moving fish
spirit of art

Autumn Leaves in Water Reflections

Ever so slightly shifting
axis, winds of autumn

Tugboat Pulling Log Boom, From Summit of Mount Douglas

Boom-towing tug
captain points the way
with a toothpick

Summer Glows at Parksville Beach

Beach fires smoke into the night
an ember pops in two
a single sound

Window Frost Patterns

Wordless breath of night
dreams shaped
in window frost

wind rippling: aphorisms, haiku, vignettes- samples


The more brilliant the light of truth, the more pronounced the shadow of subterfuge.

To be what you are is to love god. To do what you are is to love life.

The wise person balances somewhere on the high wire between asking too many questions, and not asking enough. Knowing that the high wire at each end is anchored in a fool’s domain, their biggest problem, then, is in answering their question: how did I ever get here in the first place?

Tennis Court at Transfer Beach, Ladysmith

On the window between you and the less fortunate

allow compassion to form patiently, in beading dew

dressing the pain with tears

never so full they fall

never so small they fade…

for you know, in looking closer still,

each bead reflects as well as magnifies


Reflections of a Man in Glass Beads
Galloping Goose Trail Bridge, Selkirk Waterway

haiku with photos


River palette
sound of autumn

Branch Painting the River


if I could heal
I too would meander

Water Through Rocks, Witty's Lagoon

Tiny barbell
pierced through her naval
turning reps into perfume

Fuchia Flower


Oscar Lopez Concert, McPherson Theater


Sitting in my wheelchair in the easy access far away place they put you at the McPherson Theatre, I watched Oscar enter the stage. He was unassuming, not at all showy. A little nod to the audience and he sat on a simple chair. I liked him already. His two musician friends began that soulful flamenco Latin fusion and Oscar turned up a bright note into a voluminous evening of searing rhythm and heated staccatos. The damp winter night inside me was tickled loose and dissipated in the sun of a place I had never been to, yet I knew it to be so. 

Oscar Lopez 
the notes of your soul 
dance darkness into light

Parking Lot, Hillside Centre

                          No Where Like Home

Late Sunday. For this P.I. an empty car park is a strange world. This mind-deadening cement, the exposed electrical veins—buzzing lights like white blood corpuscles, security cameras, fans, shielded conduit, it’s an uninspired grey matter. Yet somewhere in the design was a spark of light. Junia walked light-footed through the parking garage her head up, her face serene, confident, familiar. She floated along in a world within this world. I wasn’t paid to follow her. Six months ago, when I was doing another PI job, she just appeared. And here she is again! She moves from light to shadow to light again, each flicker of movement like a flash of light from a window. It’s not like a case file where I could close my thoughts about her. It’s more spell-like, my need to bask in her aura, wanting to do things for her so she’d reveal herself, her secrets. Can you see her?- the unpainted face with great beauty in the eyes. Grace, knowing. I think Junia went up the stairs. For a moment I lost her, but that happens when you forget to think like your subject. So, I shuffle down the stairs, letting her go, moving into a trance-like receptiveness until the minute hand sweeps her again onto my screen. In the photographs I took she never appears. Her blonde hair has dissolved in a triangle of sun. Her figure has disappeared into impenetrable shadow. Not one picture. Yet here she is. Right here. Looping through my mind in fragments. There’s her smile as she waits for me to notice her. A flicker off. A flicker on, and off again. I don’t have far to find her. And my only regret is that, earlier in life, I never had the insight to recognize her.

Girl asks sensei a question
Sensei looks south
as geese fly north.

Photograph samples

What Moves You?

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