A Renovated Cinema (Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Based on a recent trip I took to Temeku Cinemas, which I had worried would close down forever but actually came back better than ever. The ticket prices were decent, and the seating was cozy–which made it even nicer to lay back and watch The Super Mario Bros Movie on the big

For Those Who Grant the Wishes of Children (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! At this time of the year, as with throughout the year, there are so many charitable people and organizations doing their part to give those in need cheer and a better future. This poem is for them.] Let this poem become a marked tribute   for

Chapter Endings and Beginnings (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: It feels like a lot of things are changing or happening right now, which I hope will lead onto brighter times ahead. For instance, my mother is finally getting the knee surgery she has been trying to get for almost two years. And I hope to go traveling once she

If I Could… (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: A lot has happened over the past couple of days with my family. I’m still kind of dealing with it, so that’s why I haven’t been quite as active on WordPress as usual.] If I could rearrange the stars in the heavens    into fanciful new constellations              just to

Daily Boundless Possibilities (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Sometimes it’s really easy to get overwhelmed. I’ve been working hard to find the best way to turn writing into a full-time career, so I can move on with my life while following my passion. I’ll make it happen somehow.] Do you ever get overwhelmed                   by the boundless possibilities

Writing Better — Faith + Gratitude = Peace + Hope

I sat down at my computer to write with nothing particular on my mind. Just an exercise in making the words appear. There was an open Word document, my unpublished memoir titled Help in the Time of Schizophrenia, 248-pages needing revision and a publishing house. Honestly, I’m not sure how to go about that—the publishing. […]

Coins From Heaven (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: I grew up hearing that whenever you found coins on the ground, it was a departed loved one trying to tell you something important, or to encourage you along during rough times.] I grew up with the belief that dropped pennies were messages                 of encouragement from my grandmother                

Archway of Hope (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: I remember gazing out the third-story floor of an academic building, back when I was in college, and glimpsing a vibrant rainbow that seemed to bend from the nearby mountains (shrouded in mist) down to the parking lot. That image has stayed with me since then.] It appears at the

Crystal Dragonfly (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: A poem based on a dream that never happened, but which it would be cool if to have someday.] One evening I met an artist in a meadow     who had created a Crystal Dragonfly          that glistened with hope       under the silvery beams            of the full moon