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...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 12, 2017 | Fiction
Art Credit: Martha Winterhalter NEVER AGAIN “John, come in and eat. You’ll be late for your meeting,” said his wife. “Ja, Ja. I know,” said John who continued to stand on the porch and pondered his options. “I’m waiting for Lawrence”. John braced as if expecting the...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 5, 2017 | Poetry
Art Credit: Robert Joyner THE ASCENSION He woke on his last day with the palpable feeling of being an astronaut at lift-off. Under an esplanade of leaves all moving at once through the nearly invisible hospital sheers he recognized the slow brilliance, a warmth...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 5, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art Credit: Tatiana Drotsarova OH CUPOLA your little room barely big enough for a party of gnomes cousin of the widow’s walk uncle to the weather vane dear old cupola falling in for all to see if only people knew for how long and how far from where you sit the world...
