Illusion
Written by Jacob Ibrag It’s how he listened to me, his focus nearly distracting. Felt so Hollywood, something so fake only told inContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag It’s how he listened to me, his focus nearly distracting. Felt so Hollywood, something so fake only told inContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Themed restaurant. Yelp approved. Live band. Friends. Chatter. Lots of chatter, much about nothing. Laughter. Waitress wants our order. I want her name.Continue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag She asked me to understand how she was feeling. How could I? I couldn’t even understand what I wasContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag I remember the last time I saw you. We were Rorschach images, bent out of shape. Goodbye’s aren’t meantContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag She tugged my arm and asked me if I was going to stay for a bitContinue Reading





