Life in the City
Lilacs in one nostril,
Exhaust in the other,
The air in my lungs a bittersweet paisley
As I ride Jim’s immortal fields.Like a church is the congregation
And not the building,
The streets are my friends,
As ubiquitous as broken glass.Each intersection is a threshold
Where I face the unwitting soldiers of death.
Only in battle do I feel free
And closer to birds than any airplane.
© Copyright Jacob Stoltz
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Selected Writings
External Links:
Poems:Glimpsing Minnesota - A blog I wrote chronicling the summer of 2007, when I used a grant from the state of Minnesota to travel to undisturbed natural areas to make etchings. See my etchings in the Landscapes department.
Northwest to Alaska - A blog chronicling the journey of the Stoltz family (me, my wife, and two cats in a U-Haul) from Minneapolis to Juneau, with photographs. I wrote it all in one entry, so that you can easily read it chronologically.