Blindfold
Written by Jacob Ibrag Big hand on the clock strikes three as she wakes and slowly wipes her tears away.Continue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Big hand on the clock strikes three as she wakes and slowly wipes her tears away.Continue Reading
6/24/2016 “So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadsideContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Clinging on to one another as if life depended on it, because it did. Before colliding, each existed blindly. Hovering aimlesslyContinue Reading
6/23/2016 “You better live your best and act your best and think your best today, for today is the sureContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Time flows from hand to hand until it slips forever into a collective stream, unattainable for reach. We take it forContinue Reading





