A poem about things that we think are “still life”

A warm southern night, just a small breeze, sitting on the swing, watching the kids chase the lightening bugs, and hearing the laughter.

A short essay I wrote about Pizarro and Atahualpa.

Clouds have always fueled the minds (imagination) and bodies (by providing rains, which produces food and water) consistently.

Maybe it was seeing this pretty librarian I once was in love with, it could have been that ice cream commercial with Rachel Bilson what ever it was this came to mind. It’s been pretty hot lately or maybe I’m just running hot and no not in a good way, I’ve been very mad as of late. Cruel Summer… Now She’s Here, a throw back to the 80’s but the past never seems to be the past, she’s right here, right now, and it’s cruel.

A poem about the darkness being within each of us.

A prayer, and remembrance, of my favorite place in the world.

~Ryan Jacobs

27th of March 2011.

Haiku about geese.

The Scene is used in theatre a decor. There is also the scene you select for your painting. The architects have to go on the scene to see what building that can construct on it.