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Sunday, June 04, 2023

Waiting For The Fortune Tellers

—Poetry by Roberta Beach Jacobson, 
Indianola, Iowa
—Photos Courtesy of Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

CRUSH

Red envelope for me?
I rip
it open
with wild anticipation
love beating in my heart
My excitement quickly fades
when I see who it's from . . .
'your secret admirer'

* * *

DANCING NEAR THE FLAMES

bonfires

of midsummer's eve

we wait

for the fortune tellers

to whisper their secrets
 
 
 

 

LAYERS

before
he walks out the door
he unfolds Lily
my origami crane

* * *


THE POET

nestled

somewhere between

irrelevant

and has-been

 

 
(photo is Mom in the ’30-‘40s)

 

OUR LOCAL REPORTER IS A GIRL?

At dusk
she's a passenger
in a barnstormer plane
that helps her fight
her way
through life's turbulence

* * *

YELLOW

summer breeze

caresses the meadow

I lie down

and become a sunflower

for an afternoon


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Today’s LittleNip:

where 
moose 
run free

baked Alaska

—Roberta Beach Jacobson

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We have a newcomer to the Kitchen today: Roberta Beach Jacobson is an American poet and author who is drawn to the magic of words—poetry, song lyrics, flash fiction, puzzles, stand-up comedy. Her latest book is
Demitasse Fiction: One-Minute Reads for Busy People (Alien Buddha Press, 2023). Her short-form poetry has appeared in numerous international journals and anthologies. She edits Cold Moon Journal and Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry). Roberta lives in Indianola, Iowa with her husband and three cats. More of her work can be seen at

wiki page: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roberta_Beach_Jacobson
website: https://www.robertajacobson.com

Welcome to the Kitchen, Roberta, and don’t be a stranger!

____________________

—Medusa

 

 

 Roberta Jacobson



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Bonfires of midsummer’s eve…