The Pale Yellow Line A poem by Jacqueline Jules The Pale Yellow Line Sharing a bedroom with a pink carpet, back in southern Virginia, my sister and I borrowed Momma’s yardstick to measure the dividing line we made of masking... Continue Reading →
On HoldA poem by Jacqueline Jules On Hold Thank you for your patience. All agents are assisting others. The recorded voice promises my call will be answered if I continue to stay on the line. In the meantime, I could... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 