by JL Jacobs | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Ton hombre reste en moi” (“Shadow remains in me”) by Cyril Larvor aka Blackbird STRAITS OF BIRTHDAYS Given an unknown reservoir of time, measuring mist both fore and aft I dawdle rather than choosing to arrange one more pattern of shells...
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...
