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
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
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
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
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.
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
Monday, October 7, 2019
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:
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
Sunday, October 6, 2019
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
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
Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Truth
Truth
We live
in the age
of quantum truth,
when the facts
vary
depending
on who’s watching.
-R. L. Jackson, 2019
Sunday, September 29, 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.
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