An Old Clocktower (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: This poem is something of prelude to a much larger story on which I’m working. Hope you enjoy it!] An Old Clocktower stood so tall in the valley its origins unknown aside from vague legends of ancient artisans whose great skills when combined produced a sacred monument around the very

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An Old Face (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Rhythm clocks are amazing.] Last night                               I helped to repair an old clock     that had stood still on our piano for too many years                protected by a glass dome                                               cleaned by a simple rag            to reveal a grand old face with hands                                    like twirled ribbons