Elizabeth Jacobson: There are as Many Songs in the World as Branches of Coral
As a child
I combed black rocks of a jetty
prying starfish from pools
Elizabeth Jacobson: Which Yellow Bird
Just to the right of the lifeguard shack, a couple was fucking on a chaise longue . in the first row of many rows of chairs which had been set … Continue reading
Elizabeth Jacobson: Welcome
When I get to the hospital I see that someone has sent my grandmother a big bouquet of pink roses and the card reads: Welcome. Nana laughs and sticks the … Continue reading
Elizabeth Jacobson: Next to You, Permanence
I wrapped the corpse of a juvenile bull snake I found on the road around a slender branch of a young aspen tree, coiling it into three even loops. The … Continue reading
Elizabeth Jacobson: Birds Eating Cherries from the Very Old Tree
I thought I would make a short list of what is not a feeling. Birds are not feelings. Birds eating cherries from the tree are not feelings. This is the … Continue reading
Elizabeth Jacobson: The Cows
Now that I have read this story about the cows I think of them at night when I cannot sleep, how they are so still in their grassy field, seemingly … Continue reading
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