Seated outside in the 40-degree air, I’m in my element, listening to the frog croaks, the hiss of the propane, and feeling the warmth from the fire. I’m a better hockey watcher out here too; spying glances through the sliding glass door of the Kraken playoff game that’s tied 1-1 keeps my nerves at bay.Continue reading “Zen Zone”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom
On the roof of a close-to-dilapidated shed stand three-foot white letters. Well, not ALL stand; some are crooked, others have fallen over. The no longer operating Oakridge Range golfing spot left to nature now spells O A R D G E R A E, and is a favorite roadside attraction of mine. Set along aContinue reading “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom”
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
For the first time ever, I cut Dave’s hair with the precision of Edward Scissorhands’ landscaping skills. Take the sheers and pull back as you cut, was the tip from the YouTuber. Although it seemed bass-ackward, it worked! As did the flip of the comb, and using its level as a guide. All the timesContinue reading “Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow”
The Pressure Is On
The play being called when my high school third base coach pantomimed taking a bite of something, was to intentionally get yourself caught in a pickle. However in the entire season, it’s obviousness rarely got shown, we used the play once or twice. I get into pickles with myself. My head spun after receiving aContinue reading “The Pressure Is On”
Crazy Cat Lady
“Your voice is mine. I support you 100%, whatever you decide I’ll back you.” Like doo-doo out of a newborn’s bum, my concerns relax out of me then head out in diaper bound for the landfill. I like our neighbor and all, but a phone call discussing his plans for pulled pork, chicken, and potatoContinue reading “Crazy Cat Lady”
Hello Darkness
After eight back-to-back appointments, I’m taking an hour before my final one. Mid-focaccia sandwich bite, the tomato juices run over my taste buds, and as they do, they jam their poles in and vault to the highest height. What I’m saying is it’s good. And what I’m also saying is I’m watching high school trackContinue reading “Hello Darkness”
Droopy: A Poem
Droopy, the eighth dwarf, weathered and calcified from the sun’s careless beating. Droopy, a drop lowering, a waxy wave of wonder. A candle too hot to return to itself flows into something anew. A feeble-bodied waterless man of the desert, pulling, clawing forward disappears. A swayed back horse out to pasture, the golden years thatContinue reading “Droopy: A Poem”
Unwinding Understatedly
What do I want to write about? I posted this as a writing exercise to my eight-person writing group earlier. What a wide-open question, and as of this word, I still don’t know. I’ve been clenching my jaw again. I hate that I do it, but focusing on relaxing my mandible drives me equally asContinue reading “Unwinding Understatedly”
Here’s A Story
Pregnant, far too pregnant women meander the spaces in the Hands On Children’s Museum in Olympia. One’s face looks like her seafood lunch didn’t agree with her, her puckered lips and an out-of-the-ozone look in her eyes tell the story. After a quick photo snap of her semi-confident newly walking son, the woman returns toContinue reading “Here’s A Story”
Starry Starry Night
The neighbor’s runway-lit house never gives the night a fighting chance. I take offense and am perplexed as to why the previous owners of our house chopped the heads off of our privacy-providing cedar trees. Do curtains belong outside is the question I’m facing. I suggest no. Even with my opposed decision, I hang theContinue reading “Starry Starry Night”
Going On 40 