Jacob Sherman
Bio
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
Stories (130/0)
Summer Blues
If there was ever a time during which I was not beholden to an almost fanatical love of blueberries, that time lies outside the reaches of my memory. As a child, this phenomenal adoration was a thing of pure instinct — good taste equals good — and, funnily enough, my son seems to have inherited it. Little do we know, in our youth, of the history, the majesty and the power of the blueberry. But the more I learn, the more it all makes sense. From my humbled, primitive and singular point of view within the vastness of the universe, these minuscule, innocuous fruits are the ultimate food, Summer or no.
By Jacob Sherman2 years ago in Feast
Dragons Vs. the American Dream
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Now, I know what you're thinkin' — "Elijah, you must have lost your mind. Dragons own Shenandoah, and most everywhere else for that matter. How do you suppose—" well, let me stop you right there. I don't know much of anything for sure. Neither do you.
By Jacob Sherman2 years ago in Fiction