Jaclynn Loibl

Return To Sender

Send a letter or card to someone! Need convincing? Don’t worry, I got you. You get to use your favorite pen. You know the one. Its tip, the ink flow, and how it fits in your hand are simply perfection. You remember the Pilot G-2 Fine .7mm gel pen you used to repeatedly sign your name withContinue reading “Return To Sender”

Hogwash Confession

I like germs. And because you’ll give me that look if I don’t, it’s the only reason I wash my hands. Want to know a secret? After dropping a urine sample off in the porcelain bowl, I pretend to clean them for you. That’s right, sometimes I pull the handle, let the water flow forContinue reading “Hogwash Confession”

Grand Salami Time

As far back as I can remember my Dad’s taken me to Seattle Mariner’s baseball games. For a couple bucks, he’d pick up a program and a pencil and I’d be entertained for hours with hand scoring base hits, unswung strikeouts, and runs during the game. This is back during the Kingdome days when beingContinue reading “Grand Salami Time”

Poetic Waxings

If we’re being straight, it’s not due to my arriving late at the party.Not to worry, I’m licensed and verified by the necessary authority.It’s been a long day – much, much too long- wouldn’t you agree?Serving food to homeless mothers and their children isn’t for me.You see, life needs to look a certain way, orContinue reading “Poetic Waxings”

Snack Attack

That was weird. This is the only thought, feeling, or idea I have after hanging up the phone. I’m sure you want details, I know I would. But I have to protect patients’ privacy, so I’ll just say this. Holy fuck, it was weird. I’ll go not so far out on a limb and sayContinue reading “Snack Attack”

Will You Catch Me

For eight months, I’ve navigated virtual counseling with a young client that showed up in person for the first time today. A Bath and Body Works scent hits my nose as we hug, “Well, don’t you smell good.” I say, pulling away to take in the real-life human standing before me. With the smirk, “Yeah,Continue reading “Will You Catch Me”

The Gravitron

Was it the sweet and sour scent from the Farman’s pickle factory that swirled with the smell of the spewing manure from the commercial-sized sprinklers that gave my hometown’s county fair its magic? Or was it the bracelet, that stretchy plastic paper band that, when it slaps on my wrist, acts like a key toContinue reading “The Gravitron”

Poor Future Me

“That’s for future me to worry about.” A friend and I say this in jest when a task looms and we don’t want to tackle it. It’s a hard line to tow; balancing responsibilities with not wanting to do any of it. I’m in a negative head space, and it’s not helping me in theContinue reading “Poor Future Me”

That’s Not A Knife

You know the crazed look on a dog’s face when a steak is within nose shot? A worm-motivated duckling is no different and its enchantment is more wondrous than Don Quixotes. Long gone is the timidity of two days ago, as the ducklings now come running when they see me and jump inches into theContinue reading “That’s Not A Knife”

Building A Mystery

Did you know I sold timeshares? Wrapping doodoo up in pretty bows to sell to people who couldn’t afford it in the first place was by far the most horrible job I’ve ever had. The only redeeming quality was the mounted bell at the upper corner of a whiteboard in the office. Any sale aboveContinue reading “Building A Mystery”