Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

My mind is blank. A train somewhere to the south is bellowing its horn. How quiet it is out here, except for that. I’ve never been on an Amtrak; does looking out the window make one dizzy and nauseous? Just thinking about it made my eyes shift to the right side of the room, imaginingContinue reading “Four Eyes Fantasies”

The stubborn mule acts like tightness in my chest; no part of me wants to have a long, pointy needle pierce deep into my soft and fragile gums or hear and feel the jackhammer inside my head. I don’t want the vibrations of a WWF wrestling match inside my inner cavities. A crown at theContinue reading “A Season of Sitting”

I’m not satisfied. I am, but then I’m not. Will the next thing be better? Let me abandon this for that, build my castle in the sky while leaving the safety and comfort of my bungalow in the forest. What a dilemma. I feel like burying my head in my hands, feeling the disappointment, theContinue reading “Into the Wide Open: A Poem”

Shortly after I signed off from blogging last night, an unexpected rendezvous occurred with a toilet bowl and my unfortunate bout of nausea. Unsure when my last kneeling of unpleasantries took place, I am here to say it’s as unfun as I remember. The excessive salivation leading up to the stomach’s forceful contractions is aContinue reading “Upchuck the Boogie”

“Your number today is 41. I repeat, your phone number today is 41.” Now that my brother is staying connected, he’s calling me every morning and evening, and even leaving voicemails. He fancies himself pretty clever. That I unknowingly left off the word “phone” in front of number when voicing my message has me susceptibleContinue reading “My Brother Bear”

You attempt a good deed, only to find a mischievous squirrel enjoying a feast and a toppled feeder. As I mentioned yesterday, my winter anti-depressant is bird watching, and the excitement of filling feeders has begun. Yet, amidst my joy, I neglected to consider the biggest threat to my birdwatching bliss – those pesky gray,Continue reading “Beggars Can Be Choosers”

In my usual writing position, splayed on my belly with elbows propped, feet dangling off the bed, and fingers tapping away in my bedroom, I scan the room for ideas. Eleven puzzles lay against the wall—some toppled over like fallen domino soldiers. They serve as a reminder for me to bestow them upon someone new,Continue reading “Sock O’Clock”

Graphic design feels like a bottomless pit, sucking away every ounce of my being and refusing to release its sticky grip. It all began innocently enough with the creation of an Instagram account for More Glee Counseling, my business. Soon after, I found myself reactivating my Canva account, embarking on a two-week trial, and generatingContinue reading “Morsels of More Glee”