by JL Jacobs | Jun 22, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: “Exodus, Untitled Transparency SN1” by Olivier Fonteau RAG-DOLLS All day long, we sit on the crumbling wall of the cemetery. Our feet, clad in mud-crusted Mary Janes, dangle inches above the wild grass. There is silence . . . a blanket of...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 16, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Linda Chapman A HUNDRED YEARS IN THE BASEMENT The lights don’t reach the far corners of this basement. And a puddle has formed near the back stairs. Through the window well you hear rain dripping off the roof. Me. I’m knee-deep in the litter and...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 15, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Izik Levy INJI TEA Washing tea bowls random drops brighten a worn floor About the author: Gary Galsworth is from the New York City area. After the Marine Corps, he studied visual arts in Chicago and New York City. He became a professional plumber...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 14, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Joost Waal OLSON’S At last our lunch at the Swedish deli, all formica and marble and the clatter of dishes, pickles, mustard, fresh-baked rye and your eyes that I once thought looked past time but now at 12 o’clock, flit, and I am like you, we talk about...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 13, 2017 | Poetry
Art Credit: Louis Trew, Collage, Bristol, UK @louistrew on IG REVOLUTION We learn revolution as a one-time trauma, with drum, with anthem, shouts and shocks and falling guillotine, yet, too, the clock revolves. The year revolves. The natural order revolves, the power...
