[Md-sligo] FW: Submission: Shawn Jacobson, Poem, 1

[Jacobson, Shawn D]

I sold another poem.

Shawn

-----Original Message-----
From: Breath and Shadow [mailto:breathandshadow at gmail.com] 
Sent: Wednesday, October 03, 2012 3:14 PM
To: Jacobson, Shawn D
Subject: Re: Submission: Shawn Jacobson, Poem, 1

On 9/12/12, Jacobson, Shawn D <Shawn.D.Jacobson at hud.gov> wrote:
> Dear Breath and Shadow
>
> My name is Shawn Jacobson; I am legally blind (born totally blind but got
> some sight back through dint of several eye operations).  My work phone
> number is (202)475-8759.  My address is Shawn Jacobson, 19541 Olney Mill
> Rd., Olney, MD  20832.
>
> I grew up in Iowa, attending the Iowa School for the blind for 12 years.  I
> have worked for the Federal Government for 28 years.  I am currently
> treasurer of the Maryland State affiliate of the National Federation of the
> Blind and I receive inspiration from my friends in the NFB writers division.
>  In addition, I am currently a deacon of the Presbyterian Church of the
> Atonement in Silver Spring Maryland.
>
> Travels of Lip Balm
> by Shawn Jacobson
>
> The drier door opens and I fall out
> after traveling the drum.
> Unopened, my essence stays with me
> instead of covering clothes with which I journey.
> He picks me up, his daughter will want this.
> He returns to folding clothes.
>
> Screams from above Bug! his daughter cries.
> Big bug! she wails in abject terror.
> Maybe it is Mothra, maybe perhaps will eat Tokyo.
> He bolts from the laundry pounding up the stairs
> all else is forgotten.
> It is a spider.
>
> A cube farm mourning,
> he checks the newspaper.
> How badly did the Twins lose? he wonders
> as Email breeds in his inbox.
> He feels his back pocket; here I am.
> Why had he forgotten me? a giant spider from Mars?
>
> In the restaurant's hectic chaos he orders
> the usual a burger and some fries,
> a drink to wash it down,
> some sugar cookies for dessert would be nice.
> He pays the bill, and in vain rummaging for pennies
> he finds me.
>
> Deacons meet in the conference room,
> the agenda drones on, the stove, the van,
> who will count, who will usher.
> The kitchen cleanup is brought up for discussion.
> He pulls a restaurant receipt from his back pocket
> finding me again.
>
> The weary day is done he comes back home.
> The phone rang in his absence.
> Forgotten life returns to his agenda,
> He must handle this now.
> He does the trash and makes tomorrow's coffee.
> He finds his rest,
> forgetting me.
>
> The drier door opens and I fall out
> after traveling the drum.
> Unopened, my luck is holding
> his clothes remain uncovered by my essence.
> He picks me up his daughter will still want this.
> Sheepishly, he returns to folding clothes.
>
> We seldom notice
> small traveling companions
> who journey with us.
>
>
> Shawn Jacobson
> Mathematical Statistician
> Phone# (202)-475-8759
> Fax# (202)-485-0275
>
>

Dear Shawn,

Thank you for submitting your poem to Breath and Shadow.
Congratulations--our poetry editors have decided to accept it for our
Spring 2013 issue. The way it works is that about a month prior to
publication I will send you an electronic contract and ask if you'd
like to update your bio, which is published with your piece. The issue
will come out about April 15th. In the meantime, if you have any
questions just let me know.

Kind regards,

chris

Chris Kuell

Editor in Chief
Breath and Shadow
www.abilitymaine.org/breath
breathandshadow at gmail.com