by JL Jacobs | May 23, 2018 | Poetry
Art: The Recruited Outtakes from Plastic People Series by Seigar, @jseigar EVERY WINDOW LEADS TO EDWARD HOPPER In my overheated apartment, I have on a red t-shirt that says One Word at a Time. I sit on a beige brocade couch, bare feet on woolen vines of my Chinese...
by JL Jacobs | May 21, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Textures Through a Window by John Timothy Robinson THE SHUTTERED HOUSE It’s mid-afternoon, but from somewhere, an owl hoots. Once overturned bikes were thrown down on the sidewalk by tow-haired twins dashing to the Good Humor truck for a cherry Bomb Pop or...
by JL Jacobs | May 2, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Guilherme Bergamini MOTHER RUSSIA She keeps you shut inside her. In her wooden womb, you grow smaller, smaller. Your ears are sealed beneath a babushka. You sit woodenly through winter, your cheeks wind-burnt red circles. Your mouth, it never opens. Nyet to...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 25, 2018 | Poetry
Art: William Zuback, @williamzubackphotographs STILL LIFE—BLUE BOTTLES AND TANGERINE The bottles are quiet, not like buzzing flies we swat without stopping to see the iridescent sheen of their wings. A tangerine’s skin has pores unlike the smoothness of glass....
by JL Jacobs | Apr 23, 2018 | Poetry
Art: War by Karen Nielsen, @karennielsen13 MY COUNTRY TIS You are the diners of the ’20s, pre-fab, fit into railroad cars or trucks, parked on any street of you, America. You are the glass carousels of cakes, the Napoleons leaking custard, the Boston creams of...
