Obviously I’m not outrunning and outsmarting saber-tooth tigers like my ancestors once did. But you can bet, once I realized I left my phone at home, my mind and body worked into a frenzied state just like I was a caveman. Reach Dave through messenger? No. Go back home? No time; keep going. Be radioContinue reading “Me Tarzan, You Jane”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Meandering Mind: A Poem
Another mother of a blank page staring me down, like Uncle Sam pointing his finger, “I need you!” I lack the wind for a stellar sail, so I’ll drift in an eddy until I’m ready. To shoot! Down the rapids of relief. And to swirl in a pool of dreams of which I long. NotContinue reading “Meandering Mind: A Poem”
Motherhood
“Perhaps a blog about what it’s like to have a child starting school? I would love to hear your thoughts on that milestone.” This text message from Joanne deserves a response. I tear like two halves of paper falling to the ground. Discarded. The ripping is done slowly and then quickly. Done. A kiss andContinue reading “Motherhood”
Schoolin’ Me Self
I looked at my notes before a session, “Be aware of your expectations; they lead to disappointment.” Then, I questioned the validity of my findings; and realized my feeling disappointed in an individual’s response was okay. But, could sharing my feelings with the individual benefit them? So often, I desire to wear a masked, there’s nothingContinue reading “Schoolin’ Me Self”
No Doubt, I’m All-In
I’m just a girl, punching some letters, wondering; what this post will be about: an excellent fart joke, the memory of the time I won Homecoming queen, or how much I loved dealing poker. How about we start with poker? Dan, a mostly all-the-time alcoholic that stashed six-packs in the bushes, taught me to dealContinue reading “No Doubt, I’m All-In”
Unlight My Fire
You should know you’re in trouble when you eat a hot sauce from a company named Puckerbutt Pepper Co. A queezy head and a stomach set upon a stormy sea is the result of completing the “Hot One’s Challenge” at a friend’s birthday party, and however much I’d prefer to close my eyes and feelContinue reading “Unlight My Fire”
Moody Blues Traveler
Jade Black, a woman whose work I’m minorly obsessed with, was at the art show at the Ocean Shores Convention Center earlier today. She’s a local, and her photography is moody – in darker, sepia tones – with herself often floating with the ocean in the background in a fantasy scene with doors, keys, andContinue reading “Moody Blues Traveler”
Flighty Mighty Ducks
If I were to close my eyes, into a beauteous slumber I’d drift; the kind where involuntary body twitches abound and where reality sifts through your fingers like sand in an hourglass. But it’s too early for bed and too late for a nap. So I’ll spend time thinking and waiting like a spider forContinue reading “Flighty Mighty Ducks”
Honey, I’m Home
This place is a pig sty. I think to myself at seeing the unpacked suitcase, mismatched toddler shoes strewn about in a scavenger hunt-esque fashion, and a zillion other things I can’t bring to mind right now because I don’t want to. Pig sty? I also think. That’s not a word I use. Where inContinue reading “Honey, I’m Home”
Ebony Ivory Purple
I wonder, will the well for daily writing ever run dry? And then coyotes, a pack of them, jolt me up in the middle of the night. Their screams are spine-tingling, much worse than the crying baby-sounding bird I heard in Kauai. Then, as if by the wand of an orchestra conductor, they silence, jarringContinue reading “Ebony Ivory Purple”
Going On 40 