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:

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.


Life in the City

Gift of the New Moon

Adventure at Drought's End

Dinosaur Leaves

Four Day Rain