by JL Jacobs | Aug 21, 2019 | Poetry
It’s a Matter of Record/Opinion Tell me something meaningful and make sure I believe it before you double down my debts. Then dance in your pride and vanity. Then dance in your ignorance and vanity. Then dance in your shaken identity. Then dance, then dance,...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 19, 2019 | Poetry and Article
My Journey from the Foothills of the Himalayas to the Plains of Oklahoma As I contemplate the environment in my home away from home, I reflect on my personal and intellectual journey that brought me from my homeland, Kashmir, which is cradled by the Himalayas in the...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 16, 2019 | Poetry and Article
First Published in The Daily Times (April 17, 2019) Educators Can Facilitate the Process of Healing in Conflict Zones In conflict zones, particularly Kashmir, education can be deployed as an effective tool in intergenerational family communication regarding...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 14, 2019 | Short Fiction
Freshly Baked Bread “Happy birthday, Mom!” Carol’s sing-song voice came through Mom’s kitchen speaker phone. “Oh, Carol, I’m glad it’s you, honey. I was going to call you tonight because I wanted to tell you that Dad and I have a present for you.” “But, Mom, It’s...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 12, 2019 | Short Fiction
CURFEW When there’s a window in the street, don’t stand near the shooting. Our greatest performance is being still. Not to have fun but to imagine having fun. Yoke on the horizon. Cats hiding food with their teeth, like artists, unable to do things as others do. If...
