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A Creative Writing Morning (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: It feels good to be able to spend certain mornings working creative pieces, especially as a New Year gets underway. When is your favorite time to write during the day?] I’m going to have a Creative Writing Morning     right after a hearty breakfast for strength and endurance          toContinue reading “A Creative Writing Morning (A Poem)”

The Unknown (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: A small experiment with “the unknown.“] Waiting just around the corner to pounce everywhere In all things found within each flicker out of the corner of one eye It is there and gone again between moonbeams and bursts of sunshine reaching out as if for warmth and recognition– like aContinue reading “The Unknown (A Poem)”

A Spirited Museum (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Based on the Studio Ghibli Museum in Japan, a place that it would be wondrous to visit someday.] There exists an enchanted wonderland    deep within the city of Mitaka in Japan                   reached by the crossing of a boundary                       between city and forest                            to glimpse a massiveContinue reading “A Spirited Museum (A Poem)”

Spirited Halloween Echoes (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Every year around this time, Halloween stores pop up all over the place. Many of them, I’ve noticed, seem to occupy businesses that recently closed and are due to have new owners take them over the same space shortly. Especially for Spirit Halloween stores. It just struck me as interesting.]Continue reading “Spirited Halloween Echoes (A Poem)”

Garden of Bronze (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Based on the sculpture garden by Ricardo Breceda, which I’ve passed on a number of occasions. It’s a wonderful place.] Along a certain highway      far               from any city or town         there exists a conspicuous garden             composed of grand     bronze figurines                  sculpted down to the most intricateContinue reading “Garden of Bronze (A Poem)”

A Gripping Kitty (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Based on my cat, and events previously mentioned elsewhere on this blog. ^_^] Oh, my sweet black kitty     you have become                 the Queen of Gripping From books tugged by their tops                                  off my bookshelves               to towels shoveled                                          out of cupboards                                                    upon the hallway floorContinue reading “A Gripping Kitty (A Poem)”

Mysteries Uncovered (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: I love visiting museums of all kinds. There is so much time and care put into arranging all the exhibits and sharing the knowledge they contain with anyone curious enough to see them.] I used to believe that museums     were where the past slumbered     undisturbed except by thoseContinue reading “Mysteries Uncovered (A Poem)”

Fireworks (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: It’s getting to be that time of year again when fireworks will soar high up into the skies. I hope to see them in person this year.] A distant whistle in the darkness   followed by a slim groove of light           that sails higher              and higher              andContinue reading “Fireworks (A Poem)”

A Wandering Troupe (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: I missed a circus that went through my town, so I wrote about one instead. Hope you enjoy their performance.] Among ever-shifting dreamscape pathways      travels a chain of interlocking caravans           akin to a serpent through shadowy undergrowth                                 with sides covered in posters                                  that advertise attractions                                             Continue reading “A Wandering Troupe (A Poem)”

Peek-a-Boo (A Short Ghost Tale)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Based on a story told to me by a dear relative.] Margie Caroline had decided to sell her home. The same home shared with her husband for more than sixteen years, and then only with his memories for a year and a half after he had passed away. She rememberedContinue reading “Peek-a-Boo (A Short Ghost Tale)”