by JL Jacobs | Dec 22, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Ferrandis Issaev, @ferrandisissaev IMPERATIVE not happiness, not the petal, not the wing not the breeze that teases the flesh, carries the little leaf – but the rock you stand on the thick rope ladder, the sturdy wooden boat, the weathered beam, the dock – heft...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 20, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Lady 1 from the Antique Series by David Rodriguez, @davidofficialclub THE WHITE CURTAIN pulled around you is immaculate as a field of snow, and has the same protective instinct. This could be temporary. White sky suggests a pause. A blank screen evokes omission....
by JL Jacobs | Dec 18, 2017 | Video
Art: Making a Rothko from a Wall and a Light by James Metelak LOOKING FOR MY KILLER BY THYLIAS MOSS Music composed and performed by Ansted Moss, musician from Ann Arbor. Vocals by Thylias Moss. About the author: Thylias Moss, a self-employed multi-racial “maker” ...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 15, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Tropical Storm Clouds by Tobias Oggenfuss SMOKE Hazy in memory are the tendrils Bending like long-stemmed irises from My father’s cigarettes, billowing out In great clouds of white steam from Our fireplace at night, black and thick As a ship’s furnace in the red...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 13, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Hanna Weitz, @hannaweitz FRIDAY BLIZZARD Weir’s Pumps, that’s where uncle Willie got me a start after I left Adelphi Junior Seccy.; aged fourteen, apprenticed as a fitter. Our tenement looked across the Cart, straight into the works. The foreman and Willie were...
