by JL Jacobs | Apr 4, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: j by Tobias Oggenfuss CAVE NIGHT The Zhejiangopterus Children fly into their cave after a long day. Their cave hole is high on a flat cliff face. Inside it is dark, damp and cold. They squish around in the mud until they find their magical tools. Do you like...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 2, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Nikolas Karathanasis, @nikolas_k_photography TO THE GRAIL It is a symphony of feet in the midst of fireworks and lights; they come, they go, hesitate, return, turn around, and back; insane in their indecision, shoes of sports, and pumps of circumstance, molding...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 30, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Costumes from the Stratford Warehouse No. 23 by Chris Klein PHONAESTHETICS The study of the euphony and cacophony of words without regard for semantics. I read somewhere that language experts claim when sense is pushed aside, the most ear-pleasing English sounds...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 26, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Marie Dashkova, @melodyphoto HOLY CANDLE BLUES In the red-sweet sunsetangel brother bent his blown glass ear over the wall of eternity listening in on my restless rathouse jam.She entered peeling story-caked walls riding lightning rod brooms swept me out to...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 23, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Mountains by Baptiste Charruyer, Paris, @wild_fangs_photos TEN THOUSAND WINTERS BEFORE WRITTEN WORDS “Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems.” –Walt Whitman Ten thousand winters before written words when rousing...
