Ages of Entanglement, a novel

My novel was recently released and is available from various sources. It is the culmination of two years of writing and revising, so I’m kind of glad that is now out the door and floating the waves of electrons and paper fibers. Farther below is a link and brief description. If you do read it, I’d love to hear your thoughts and would appreciate your review on Amazon or Goodreads.
The book is currently available below as an ebook (or in paperback) for 99 cents to help folks like yourself be able to review it.
https://www.amazon.com/Ages-Entanglement-Robert-L-Jackson/dp/0359962696/

Although a post-apocalyptic novel, it is built on the idea of finding hope in darkness. It is set in the rural southeastern United States sometime in the future.Decades ago, humanity’s abuse of the strange phenomena known as quantum entanglement brought the demise of civilization.

Samson gave up searching for his family and now wanders the earth with no purpose, while avoiding entanglement with other souls. But then he meets Selene—an orphaned, but  strong and independent girl. She sees in him what he has forgotten. They journey together toward a utopian island only rumored to exist.

On Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48495484-ages-of-entanglement?ac=1&from_search=true

I am also posting more previews on Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/triboetry/?hl=en

Authenticity

This is for the Poets United Midweek Motif of Authenticity. I guess this poem is more about what is not authentic.

The wood grains

of too many 

homes

are painted over

in thick acrylic.

In the yard

the browning

follicles of grass

are dyed

with fertilizer.

While inside,

the nourishing 

plumbing 

and wires 

are hidden beneath 

smooth drywall.

The true house

is sometimes

only visible

after the years 

have worn away

the facade.

-R. L. Jackson

Everyday Table

This is a poem written for the Midweek Motif on Poets United on “Everyday Living.” 
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-everyday.html?m=1
I associate sitting down to a family dinner with everyday life.

A simple dinner

cutting my meat

with a fork

because

I’m too lazy

to clean a knife

talking

about the facade

of the day

so I leave

the house

to look at stars.

-Rob Jackson 

Engines

Well I incorrectly posted a poem to the wrong motif. Here is me trying to make up for it.

When I think of October and Fall, I often think of the harvest and the old tractors used. And I think of family. So here’s a poem:

Please

show me

the rusted engines

of your family

and soul.

Show me

the struggle

to turn

rumbling

on rust

and old fuel

because I know

there is hope

in those metal parts

cast

ages ago.

-Rob Jackson

Multiverses

This poem continues from the last poem inspired by the Poets United Midweek Motif of Truth:
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-truth-in.html?m=1

But today I’m sharing this one on the Poets United poetry pantry.
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/pantry-of-poetry-and-prose-october-is.html?m=1

Find solace

in knowing

there is a multiverse

somewhere

where everything

that should be true

is,

but there also exists

a realm

where everything true here

is false.

-R. L. Jackson 

Truth

Truth

We live 

in the age

of quantum truth,

when the facts

vary

depending 

on who’s watching.

-R. L. Jackson, 2019

Code

I've been writing following a structure of three connected at a time, or maybe they ar just one? Here's a recent trio. Have a great day.

Someone

left code

written

in the super computer,

so that

it will never

run the same.

We all leave

a few lines

changed.

Perhaps the universe

runs more like

a cluster,

a network of processors

rather than

one super computer,

and each of us

is a processor.

You

are never forgotten

if you left

a change

in the system’s

operation.

-R. L. Jackson

Honey

Haven't participated in a while, but here a little one for the Poets United Midweek Motif. I have to admit, I've mostly been posting on instagram under @triboetry. It's good to be back here though.
Here's a short little one for Honey/bee:

I wonder
what the honey
will taste like
when it's made of
concrete dust
and metal rust.

Just received the proof copies of my book. It was nice to see it in this near final form. I plan to review it all once more before releasing it at the beginning of November. What do you think about the cover?

Been a while

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on my blog. Been spending most of my spare time, which has been limited, on Instagram. That’s mostly because it seems like social media gets more attention now than blogs, but maybe that perception is incorrect. Do you think the medium of articles and blogs are still alive? It seems like folks no longer read news articles anymore and receive their news from twitter, or maybe short news snippets on YouTube. Am I correct in this? If so, the world has certainly changed. Perhaps this is the reason for all of the social conflicts and unrest we see? It can’t be all bad though...we as humans are more connected than ever, which if approached in a positive way should allow us to see the world from each other’s perspective. Well, I’m just rambling now...so I’ll stop. If your interested in the poetry, I’ve been posting in these accounts:

https://www.instagram.com/triboetry/

https://www.facebook.com/Drypineshumidteapoetry/

Here is a recent poem, and an example of what I’ve been posting.
Have great week everyone!