by JL Jacobs | Apr 30, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Dark Sea Serie by Carole Jury A STRANGE PLACE I was in bed with my wife the first time he appeared to me in my sleep. I can’t explain how I knew it was him, only that I felt a certain change in the air. My psyche was finely attuned to his, maybe, even though he...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 27, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Fabrice Poussin FIVE SETTINGS I have five settings In the morning, When I rise and my face falls to glorify my maker In the afternoon, When I lose all orientation, and question the purpose of my existence In the evening, When I covet my...
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...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 20, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Fabrice Poussin A CRISIS OF FAITH A woman shall be silent in church. She shall be submissive to her husband. Her skirt shall be no more than two inches above the knee. We girls stood in neat rows and held sour lemon drops of shame on our tongues. At day’s...
