Do you know about the unreliable narrator? IT MESSED WITH MY MIND when I first learned about it; in my eyes, it was outright wrong for a writer to be intentionally deceitful. I naively expected writers to be the most honest reporters ever. So when I started a book myself I expected to remember, verbatim,Continue reading “I Am The Walrus”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Squeaky Wheel
I have the fuzzies from staring off in the distance. How would you describe the stares? For me, reality gets all scrambly, and it’s like tv is bustling with red and black ant-like pixels. It was a perfect day today. Although there were no grand slams or home runs, a solid bunch of base hitsContinue reading “Squeaky Wheel”
A Beautiful Disaster
I’m pulling out memories like polaroid shots, then tossing them over my shoulder. Where is my life’s worth? There’s a turtle that’d-rather-stay-in-its-shell part of me tonight that wants nothing more than to kick rocks all by itself. I hope you don’t take this personally, but I’d rather be alone. I mean, if you like andContinue reading “A Beautiful Disaster”
Pet Peev’day
If I’m honest, I hate it when people say, “If I’m honest.” It’s one of the few statements that, whenever I hear it, I immediately question a person’s honesty. Tonight’s post is dedicated to a small sampling of my pet peeves, in no particular order. Mary Kay Pink CadillacsInconsiderate cigarette smokers.Being called “hon”, “honey” orContinue reading “Pet Peev’day”
Teach Your Children
I’m listening to Crosby, Stills & Nash, and their album’s art has pulled me in. It’s the three of them, long-haired and ankle-high pointy-tipped boots. It’s a classic shot, like the Beatles walking on Abby Road. Nash is up the couch’s back with elbows resting on his knees. Stills’ ankle is propped on his kneeContinue reading “Teach Your Children”
A Gentle Ride
There’s a leaf; it looks like a moth, feet gripping to the side of a cedar. March’s chill reminds me still that it’s fall, not spring. I take a breath, a long and heavy breath, to release my previous session. I reset and forget and feel the comfort of my bed from underneath me. TheContinue reading “A Gentle Ride”
Breaking Bad’s Barrier
I’m at a loss on what to write about tonight, so perhaps I’ll start with the weather: It rained like crazy today. Oh, but then the sun broke through. For a moment. Then it vanished. I recall it raining a bunch more. And oddly enough the sun came again. But not to fear, it’s rainingContinue reading “Breaking Bad’s Barrier”
Stick With It
My mother’s memory shook her disapproving head at the amount of shampoo I placed on my hand and lathered into my hair moments ago. Were you also taught not to be wasteful in specific areas of the household? It’s funny how those tidbits stick with you. And how, even though I’m a million light-years awayContinue reading “Stick With It”
Bon Voyage
An 80-mph-speed-limit sure does cut the six-hour drive from Moab to Las Vegas down, but it also cuts into the moments I wish would last longer. Like, what it is to be a Holstein cow lying down with half of their bodies pressed in the cool mud. Or being the long-winged hawk pirouetting on andContinue reading “Bon Voyage”
The Door: A Poem
There’s a war going on.Inside.There’s a war going on.I’ll hide.Nowhere to escape,I stand.A small, white flagIn hand.What’s the meaning of thisThey demand.It’s not mine to tell,I turn.Knowing full well allWill burn.To the ground not aMoment before.You’ll come to me and Open the door. ~J.D.L,
Going On 40 