Abby Jacobsen

Joined December 2020

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An Oregon based artist, reader, and writer.

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where is living found
Its not always the thoughts that speak loudest at night my introspection thrives in the dark of night shadows welcome questions
By Abby Jacobsen12 months ago in Poets
There Aren't as Many Stars
there aren’t as many stars here anymore and I can’t help but to wonder every so often if its not my fault the glimmering
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Poets
Clean Postponed
Don’t come over yet I can’t tell how long Since this has been cleaned Take those dust bunnies Run the vacuum real fast All it needs is a little TLC
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Poets
All the Haikus
Recently (or maybe not quite as recently as I think, time is a construct and December feels like yesterday to me), Vocal ran some challenges focused on Haikus. Here are all the Haikus I wrote for Vocal's Haiku-based challenges!
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Poets
Morning on the Dock
Scales flash, dappling the dock in drops of rainbow light. The early morning rays warm the skin and suffuse the laughter coming from the young women with a soft heat.
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Only Way
Other than the rustling of leaves and some bird song, the cabin is quiet. Katie is glaring down at the countertop through her fingers. Both men stand, backs against opposite walls.
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Fiction
One Iced Caramel Mocha
“One iced caramel mocha for Sam!” The busyness of the shop seeing to it that the barista spun away as soon as the cup touched the counter, not looking when two hands reached for it at the same time.
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Fiction
Home Run
The sound of a home run is distinct. No sound like it, not even when the sound comes from the field of a little league game. A sharp noise as the ball connects, a solid clunk from the discarded bat, cheering from the stands, and the pounding of cleats hitting dirt. As the batter rounds bases the cheers get louder, the realization when the ball leaves the park.
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Fiction
Through the Trees
Her heart pounds. Stray branches whip into her arms as she runs past them. Tripping down the uneven path, her breath comes out ragged. Panic flutters under her ribs as the forest around her darkens.
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Fiction
Hiding Places
The roads glimmer with slow drying rainfall as Carson navigates them down the mountain. “Do you think they’ll find him?” I ask quietly, unsure if it’s actually a question I want the answer to. If I even know the answer I’d want.
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Fiction
Blood in the Water
Her fins flap weakly against bloodied glass. Handprints, fingers spread wide, litter the same panel. The cold current carries even more blood past her and into the vast ocean.
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Fiction
A Siren Will Sing
The kingdom buzzes. Streamers, wreaths, and a ridiculous amalgamation of hand made signs crowd the waterways. Tails gleam and everyone, maids and men alike, have crafted elaborate hair styles in the hopes of getting even just a moment of attention from the soon-to-be arriving star.
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Fiction

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