Till The Grave
Written by Jacob Ibrag I’d follow you to the grave. Was I naive? Probably. You called me when the sun revealed itself. “CalmContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag I’d follow you to the grave. Was I naive? Probably. You called me when the sun revealed itself. “CalmContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Must have been hours since we first touched the grass with our bare feet. It had just startedContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag It was over the moment it began. She said hi, yet all I heard was goodbye. I couldContinue Reading
6/17/2015 “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald Painting byContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag She grazed my skin with a smile that stole time. Paralyzed by the sounds of silkContinue Reading





