by JL Jacobs | Nov 15, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Philip A. Zimmerman, @philip.a.zimmermann ENVY In my dream, I walk as Scott Momaday rocks beneath boots, beside a stream The breeze’s bite – winter’s presage My voice pours the poet’s baritone paints tropes – pine green the stream’s icy...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 10, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Michael Marrella, @mikemarrella SYNESTHESIA Sex, drugs, and Rock-and- Roll are all the same. Modest Mouse was playing when I passed Simeon the blunt, a perfect little burrito of a universe. Before the hit, little rainbows danced around the edge of my vision,...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 8, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Lavien Darja, @lavien_darja MR. SINGH It was 10 o’clock on a hot Tuesday morning in August. Jake jumped the fence at the back of the house, swung a kick at an empty Buckfast bottle beside the sand pit, and ran across the park to the Spar. Inside the shop, Mr...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 6, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Vera Fonseka, @verafonsekaart THE BEAST Sometimes you lie on your bed and remember. You remember the time uncle Josh came back from Canada and brought you the air pistol. He had to smuggle it in through customs. It was just like the ones you saw advertised on the...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 1, 2017 | Goncalves, Poetry
Art: André Gonçalves, @andre_goncalves_arts C.D. WRIGHT, SHALLCROSS Who will be the author? Speak for and to and with. What did I miss? Reeling, with remedy. A subject of big hands. Self-portrait, ibid. Taxonomy. This body an ocean. Relentless. Intimate, charged. How...
