Jacob Sherman

Joined June 2022

130 stories

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The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.

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Napnapped
Once, I was broken, becoming manifold — the solvent ambience enfolding me in absolving transience, untold to me ever before or since.
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
#2
My heart grew a few sizes at the thought of you. A son was more than I could take and now a daughter, too? Even my empty head
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Lune, I See
Oh, saturated breath, nearly not gas, laden and stressed, be evaporated! Death, granted to worry and buried between blurry lines.
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Straw Man
If I had a voice, I'd tell you a story. It'd be glorious, too, it'd have war, egomaniacs, bad guys and brainiacs, romance and espionage.
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Mourning Person
I wish the morning air would kiss me gently awake instead of breaking both my legs with a metal folding chair. Somewhere in the world, there's
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Static
Failings fly like arrows, and I'm a crackshot archer. Missteps careening through the narrow spaces, each train wreck departure
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Unworthy
Dear cluttered atmosphere, ⛈️ What would it take for your mind's eye to notice the cavernous wake of this war-torn lotus,
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Enlightenment for Sale
What is this supposed 'pristine cognition?' A poised and lean, emission- free mentality? Projections mar reality, you say?
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Still Alive
Dear future self, Those books upon your shelf that you finally finished writing are each a testament to your will — you never stopped fighting.
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Love v. War
Some of the best things in life operate at extremes of beauty and terror with minimal margins for bullshit and error, as do some of the worst.
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Rot
First came the relentless rain, whereby rot took root in the wood. As those helpless, dying fibers silently decomposed, a single, creeping worm
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
One
All I know is all I know — just quasi-growth within rigid parameters. But an unseen show in constant flow, underlying and subtle,
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets

Jacob Sherman

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Napnapped

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Lune, I See

Straw Man

Mourning Person

Static

Unworthy

Enlightenment for Sale

Still Alive

Love v. War

Rot

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