Self-Made Visions (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo Do you ever tell yourself stories at night? There            curled within the bedcovers        safe behind the darkness of closed eyes                     …do you imagine scenes to build a bridge                             between the waking world                                                       and dreamland? Simple tales            perhaps       of remembered places from childhood                   that you might visualize

A Voyage Across the Clouds (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: May everyone find something or someone who makes them happy to be alive.] Someday we will take a voyage across the clouds—                                     you and I—                 away from all the weighty turbulences                        that keep us anchored                             in separate harbors Together we will set sail           towards distant

Childhood Literary Visions (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: In tribute to childhood stories everywhere.] Within the hallowed pages      of certain curious volumes        childhood visions are always at play             like lullabies that echo in the mind long                   after the lights have given way                                     to darkened         starry restfulness They call to mind stories told at bedsides