Wednesday, November 6, 2019

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.

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:

I am also posting more previews on Instagram:


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 
are painted over
in thick acrylic.
In the yard
the browning
follicles of grass
are dyed
with fertilizer.
While inside,
the nourishing 
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.”
I associate sitting down to a family dinner with everyday life.

A simple dinner
cutting my meat
with a fork
I’m too lazy
to clean a knife
about the facade
of the day
so I leave
the house
to look at stars.

-Rob Jackson 

Monday, October 7, 2019


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:

show me
the rusted engines
of your family
and soul.
Show me
the struggle
to turn
on rust
and old fuel
because I know
there is hope
in those metal parts
ages ago.

-Rob Jackson

Sunday, October 6, 2019


This poem continues from the last poem inspired by the Poets United Midweek Motif of Truth:

But today I’m sharing this one on the Poets United poetry pantry.

Find solace
in knowing
there is a multiverse
where everything
that should be true
but there also exists
a realm
where everything true here
is false.

-R. L. Jackson 

Wednesday, October 2, 2019



We live 
in the age
of quantum truth,
when the facts
on who’s watching.

-R. L. Jackson, 2019

Sunday, September 29, 2019


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.

left code
in the super computer,
so that
it will never
run the same.
We all leave
a few lines

Perhaps the universe
runs more like
a cluster,
a network of processors
rather than
one super computer,
and each of us
is a processor.

are never forgotten
if you left
a change
in the system’s

-R. L. Jackson

Tuesday, September 24, 2019


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.

Friday, September 13, 2019

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?

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Sunday, September 8, 2019

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 I’ll stop. If your interested in the poetry, I’ve been posting in these accounts:

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