by JL Jacobs | May 2, 2017 | Poetry
Art Credit: Marie Dashkova, Photographer INCANTATION The bones are mine and the cookie cutters are mine and ripe smell of the compost is mine, and the dress curling at my ankles is mine. The tattoo of the shark, and the elephant static and electric whistles of...
by JL Jacobs | May 2, 2017 | Poetry
Art Credit: “Confusione” by Vivian Nimue Wood Valle d’ Aosta SONG FOR LARD I sing for pig fat, for leaf lard, fatback, caul fat, for the small white icebergs my grandmother dropped into a black iron skillet she never washed, only swiped with newsprint and put on the...
by JL Jacobs | May 2, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art Credit: “Pai que estais no Ceu, by Vera Fonseca DIRTY DEALS WITH DICTATORS It’s now a crime in Utah to harass cattle with drones. The really strange thing is that no one thought this was strange. They want to see the trapeze artist fall and the lion tamer...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 28, 2017 | Goncalves, Short Fiction
Art Credit: Andre Gonçalves MOTHER METH I joined a volunteer project and was asked to remove furniture from an abandoned home. But I didn’t expect tales of occupants made for a messy cable movie. A mother of four strung out on meth having sex parties to pay for her...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 27, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art Credit: Andre Gonçalves THE GHOST IN YOU lives happy. For the most part. When you update. When you take picture. When you post. When you upload. When you feed, the ghost is happy enough. She likes to eat and toast and get a little tipsy on your Instagram feed....
