Jaclynn Loibl

No Filter

I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. Write I don’t. I don’t write. Want. Want. To Write. Want, want, want. To, to, to. I’m not supportive enough. I’m a shitty friend. I stop. What am I doing? Stream of consciousness. Is thisContinue reading “No Filter”

We Are The Champions

“Good luck,” they say, pedaling lightly backward, hand patting for the nob, it turns, “You’ll have your work cut out with this one.” Then the door slams. I’m given the troublemakers, the ones that can’t be helped. They come to me diagnosed, undisciplined, and dirty. The razors to the wrists and manufactured poisons have renderedContinue reading “We Are The Champions”

I See Dead People

For those of you not privy to the characteristics of seed swap attendees, think of a cross between Renaissance fairgoers, commune guitar pickers, and librarian tote-slinging afternoon tea drinkers. Where I fall may be a mashup of all three. As the vest-wearing creators of the event cuddled up to smile for a selfie, I imaginedContinue reading “I See Dead People”

My Heart Will Go On

I’m not a fan of kids’ cartoons; they’re too mile-a-minute for my taste. After a bender on cocaine-laced meth, it’s as if the show’s creators speed into the drawing table and get cracking (pun intended). Enter the slow-paced, real-to-life, problem-solving, thoughtful, and visually captivating show Tumble Leaf. Instead of wanting to scratch my eyeballs out,Continue reading “My Heart Will Go On”

Duck, Rooster!

“The circle, the circle of life.” To start this tale, I declare that nature is a toilet to us all: The bats and the bees, the buffaloes and the bunnies. All allow their excrement to return home to whither it once sprung. But this, my confidants, has nothing to do with the deposits of animals.Continue reading “Duck, Rooster!”

Paying It Forward

Walking into the Italian restaurant for Evelyn’s want of “noodles” led to my holding her little hand as we followed the long swinging pony-tailed waitress back to a booth. On the way, eyes fell on us, and I felt conscious of a new sensation, Do they see me as a single mother? Thinking that ledContinue reading “Paying It Forward”

I Got A Golden Ticket

“Check your lottery tickets! Someone in Washington state won the big lottery!” A Facebook friend’s post reminds me that the Willie Wonka golden Powerball ticket has yet to be found. The pressure is on! A mere 15 minutes by car or 1 minute by plane, makes my tummy flutter at thinking it was sold soContinue reading “I Got A Golden Ticket”

Subbing Support

I was precisely what the underappreciated hair-in-a-bun, visor-wearing sandwich artist needed. “You aren’t the problem.” I said, shaking my head, “That’s all them.” Hearing how the previous customer’s outburst impacted her, all for enforcing the policy of not accepting cash over $50, I couldn’t help myself. I hope my reassuring words counterbalanced the negative interaction.Continue reading “Subbing Support”

Thank You For Being A Friend

I drop in here like the YouTube yoga instructor so gently reminds me each day in practice. I take it to mean releasing the past, focusing, and tuning into the now. A slight buzz exists in my chest area, it’s tight, so I follow my breath also like she instructs. I pause, breathe three times,Continue reading “Thank You For Being A Friend”

Cart Bangers

I’m in love with one of my ducks, a chocolate milk colored one, that waggles her tail at me after I clean her coop and whistles a sweet tone whenever I come near. She’s twice sat, allowing me to stroke her silky feathers, strengthening our bond. A wise one is she; I’m trekking vegetables outContinue reading “Cart Bangers”