our
BY JACOB FOWLER.
our home
we made into home with pictures of blackberry stained
fingers
macabre summertime and made up bed times made us
kids longer than our ages allowed
everything is made especially
the family unit
if my mother met me under other circumstances
I’m not convinced she’d love me
but under the current
arrangements it worked out
we shared a home
I am the
replacement of my father’s labor and thus deserving of a home
our home will have a baby that grandparents see only
sometimes
our home makes deference to the retirees
among whom I may never rank
three meditations
BY JACOB FOWLER.
road
a car is a sort of cult
insofar as it is insular
and is likely to kill
pedagogy
you can lead a horse to water
and it can kick you in the head
the river was warmer than usual
home
home is what is hurtling toward us
life is too long
not to demand everything
a car is a sort of cult
insofar as it is insular
and is likely to kill
pedagogy
you can lead a horse to water
and it can kick you in the head
the river was warmer than usual
home
home is what is hurtling toward us
life is too long
not to demand everything
Jacob Fowler is an elementary school teacher living in Oakland, CA. His work has appeared in Prolit Magazine, Exposition Review, Soft Cartel, and The Sunlight Press, among others. You can find him on Twitter @online_jacob_.