The poetry of Clarissa Jakobsons

Forward

Pages scroll seasons
into infinity like a wild husband,
wife, or toddler at play.

Wild geese bless the lost fleet,
tin foil eyes roll back.
I tumble into a belly of bones

behind a mask of
lonely dots beneath
rivers and oceans.

Speak without trembling,
loose everything. Tip-toe
across fresh graves.

Revere each funnel cloud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Clarissa Jakobsons instructs at a local community college and weaves one-of-a-kind artist books, exhibited internationally as well as at the Cleveland Museum of Art Ingalls Library. Sometimes she combines artist books with her poems and oil paintings. Sample publications include: Glint Literary Journal, Hawaii Pacific Review, Lake, Ruminate, Tower Magazine, Qarrtsiluni. She writes, “Don’t be surprised to see my inner artist kicking sandcastles, climbing Mount Diablo, painting Provincetown dunes, or walking under an Ohio crescent moon.

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