What to talk about tonight? The rain? The double-booking an hour and how shitty that feels? The not knowing what I want to write about. I’m breaking patterns, and feeling unsafe and uncomfortable is essential for growth. I felt removed from writing tonight and a longing. I don’t know what it is about music, butContinue reading “Precious And Few”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Ground Control To Major Tom
I’m on an unsubscribe kick in email land. I usually jam the delete button repeatedly; I’m now taking two or three extra steps to do it right. You know, doing what I can to take a load off future Jaclynn’s shoulders. Present Jaclynn has a lot on her shoulders. I have tension in my foreheadContinue reading “Ground Control To Major Tom”
What A Wonderful World
While being hand-delivered ice from Evelyn, Dave asks, “Do you think I can do it?” He isn’t talking to me, I learn. Instead, he is asking himself if he can cut a board in half or not. It turns out he can, and I cheer him on when he does. I’m chewing the ice, swallowingContinue reading “What A Wonderful World”
Who Am I?: A Writing Exercise
The following is in response to a “Who You Are As A Writer” exercise. I write for the long inhale of a four-inch line of cocaine; the shake your head, “huzzah!” moment, where all the dust shakes loose and the wind-up ballerina circles to her melody. I write unsure like a first-time actor cast inContinue reading “Who Am I?: A Writing Exercise”
A Midsummer Knight’s Dreaminess
You might think I’d want to tell you all about the shirtless, bulging biceped jouster at the Renaissance Fair. And how myself – and Dave – managed to capture the specimen of a figure multiple times with our picture boxes. But I’ll save you all that sexiness and jump into the thick of it; meContinue reading “A Midsummer Knight’s Dreaminess”
Maria Maria
A thousand tries, cries, and wondering whys.The night shift clocks out earlyno one goes home.Under the sun is a world.That glimpses the shimmering fairy.And a light feeling tickles the toes.Candle wax is melted and stamped.An invitation is hand-delivered.Then a gentle knock. The door opens.An amber light glows, and energy flows.Then a Voice comes:“It wasn’t allContinue reading “Maria Maria”
Sons And Daughters
It was a predominantly bearded, Caucasian, over 40, flannel-wearing, graying, long-haired crowd at the concert tonight. I’m swyping on my phone, stuck in a post-concert traffic jam feeling the cool night air while wafts of blueberry smells from my friend’s vape pen fill my nose. Over the stereo is Lizzy Ellison, the backup singer forContinue reading “Sons And Daughters”
Naked And Afraid
I’m feeling too exposed, like on Halloween when the broach on my witches’ costume came unpinned when I was standing in the front of my entire fifth-grade class. Even though I recovered quickly, turning toward the chalkboard, pulling my shirt together, and re-pinning the broach, I can still feel the shake of my hands andContinue reading “Naked And Afraid”
I See Dead People
Take an assumption, couple it with intense emotion, mix it with loose pieces of information, and I will tell you, “No. Keep your conspiracy theories to yourself.” I am interested, however, in understanding what goes into creating conspiracy theories and how specific themes, people, or things become the focal point. If you have a goodContinue reading “I See Dead People”
Book Writing Blues
Until my fingers hit the keyboard, I’m not writing; I’m doing what’s referred to as thinking about writing. It’s an inevitable trap to which many a writer falls victim. Its forsaken oubliette is filled with nothing more than angst, despair, and hopelessness. But in actual writing? There is a promise, a light in the darkness,Continue reading “Book Writing Blues”
Going On 40 