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...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 11, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Tobias Staaf, @staaftobias AFFAIRE DE COEUR “So when did it begin?” she says, cocking a queer eye at me. Rubbing a fleshy ear, I say, “Does it matter?” The truth is I can’t say exactly when. The other truth, I’m thinking, is, “This is the beginning of the...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 8, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Vera Fonseka, @verafonsekaart LIKE MAGIC If I want to write a villanelle, I will. Even though its formal structure interrupts itself to interject a rhyme. It’s like a practiced magic trick—you’ll need a hat, a rabbit, a little goodwill. And if I want to spill my...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 6, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Vera Fonseka, @verafonsekaart IN DARKNESS Before moonrise, before the trail, before I begin the climb, I stop beside a dacha hovering at the shore and watch shadows cross Tomales Bay as the sun falls. Mud hens stitch paths on the water as frogs begin their litany...
