Jules Jacob's Writings
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Poem
Aug.31.2012
Grey Sparrow Journal, Spring 2011
Crushed. Red and white boxes. Perfect filters, lights, trays lazy smoke swirling, relief; lost in the week’s debris.
Clenched. Fists in tattered pockets. Feeble resolve rising need and fallen comfort; tasteless.
Demanding smile, petite feet glide across the old cement beach. Arms fluttering, she jumps into the verdant sea.
Commands, look at me, Mama....
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Poem
Aug.31.2012
Grey Sparrow Journal, Spring 2011
Her stomach hangs in two deflated flabby folds;a crepe paper rose crumpledby the knowledge of its imitation.
Her child thriving despite the absenceof the Slovakian Y chromosome donor living in Sydney, busy discarding his EasternEuropean skin after screaming fuck you(not anymore) on Facebook. ...
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Poem
Aug.31.2012
Camroc Press Review
Hope finds the open windowthe break-crack-rift;she drifts into addicts and innocentsillegals and the illustriousthe homeless and insane.
She weaves around anxiety-worry-fearto plant forgotten seedsin assorted cultivars,forgiveness-new job-new toy-good deed,any variety she needs
for the pope and pedophilesthe CEO and the centerfold the abuser and the...
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Poem
Aug.31.2012
Camroc Press Review
Flying by my son’s old baseball fieldsnascent thoughts suckedthrough the sunroofwith the air conditioning,a perfect memory resuscitatedof a strong seventh inning swing.Boxing it like his golden bubble wrapped trophies,
I’m driving faster than the pain.
Sixty second news flash:eighty-seven degrees, slight windattack in Kabul kills tenSpokane historic...
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Poem
Jul.17.2012
Frogpond, Volume 34:3
day lillies bow in twilight finale
(Published in Frogpond, The Journal of the Haiku Society of America: Volume 34, Number 3. Fall, 2011.)
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Poem
Jul.17.2012
Frogpond, Volume 34:3
fescue roamingthe prairienpk 10-8-8
(Published in Frogpond, The Journal of the Haiku Society of America: Volume 34, Number 3. Fall, 2011.)
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Essay
Aug.15.2011
HUFFPOST WOMEN mydaily
For some women, shopping is therapy. For me, not so much.
Take a recent trip I made to my local department store. I headed towards the entrance with my heart pounding and my head spinning, massaging my right shoulder and glancing at the piece of paper in my hand. Listed on it were my goals and objectives for the excursion.
Goal #1: Buy five reasonably priced...
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Short Story
Oct.20.2010
“What do you think he’s looking at?” Maria asked. She bent down and put her head beside Mr. Dewar’s on the bed. “Stand up, Maria.”
Mrs. Nichols took the fresh sheets from the empty visitor’s chair and handed them to Maria. “I’ve been working in this Alzheimer’s Unit for ten years and I worked at the VA hospital for twenty years. Mr. Dewar doesn’t know where...
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Poem
Aug.23.2010
Abandoned prairie, crying underneath condos. Development boom.
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Poem
Aug.22.2010
Rhyme Time; Hutton Publications
Go now.Leave me well.In my freedomI can dwell,on tender moments,barely past.In my heartforever last.
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In this strong and vulnerable collection of poetry, the poet spins out a thoughtful imagery of innocence and culpability, for (and of) "the users and the abused". Jules Jacob inhabits a dichotomous world, and with delicate magnetism, draws us into it, in each poem. ”
—The Glass Sponge Endorsement— Dr. Harrison Solow, Pushcart Prize winning writer, author and university professor
About Jules
Julie "Jules" Jacob attended the University of New Hampshire, Colorado State University and The Horticultural Therapy Institute. She’s a Horticultural Therapist, and child advocate for CASA of Southwest Missouri. Jules lives in the Mark Twain National Forest...
Connections
Causes Jules Jacob Supports
Missouri Court Appointed Special Advocates Association, American Horticultural Therapy Association, St. Jude Children's Research Hospital, National Jewish...
Jules’s Favorite Books
The Fountainhead, The Lost Get-Back Boogie, Cutting for Stone, The Botany of Desire, Handbook of Poisonous and Injurious Plants, A Stained White Radiance and...
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