by Jamison Jacobs | | Human Condition
After he read the storyHe put the paper downBrought the mug to his lipsTook a sip of the hot Sumatra coffeeHis nostrils flaredHis fist clenchedHe read it againAll conjectureHe thoughtThe facts turned aroundThe story upside downIt assumed his intentionWritten as if the...
by Jamison Jacobs | | Human Condition
Mushroom smoke rose upFrom the distanceA miracleLike some wizard cast A spellAnd then the waveDo I hide?Do I get behind something?Surely I am too far?The smoke ripples throughThe town shifting to rubbleI am hypnotizedFrozenSoon the wave is comingThe trees bendingThe...
by Jamison Jacobs | | Human Condition
The message was sent.I had spent most of the morningcrafting it.Now, I waited.For a response,I kept re-reading.Was my intention clear,my punctuation on par;would they understand?Time spilled outlike a desert,large swaths of time.I put down the phone and picked it...
