Humble Gifts (Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: A few days ago, my father surprised me with a wooden block calendar that he’d changed the phrasing on to reflect some of my interests. It was a nice reminder that the smallest gifts can mean a great deal, especially when given with love.] Sometimes the sweetest gifts       are

A Cup of Tea… or Ts? (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: A very experimental piece regarding wordplay.] May I offer you a cup of tea–   a cup of tea from me and you? Or should the arrangement be    a cup of Ts from I to U?       Semantics can get confusing    when symbols like letters    can represent ideas