by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction
Art: Baptiste Charruyer, @wild_fangs_photos RUNNING WITH THE YAKS My friend is going blind. He’s known this for most of his life. It’s genetic and can’t be corrected. His father went blind the same way. Gradually the periphery disappears and you’re squinting at...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction
Art: “Fevereiro” by Vera Fonseka HOW I KEEP DON QUIXOTE ALIVE Christmas safely behind me, I sat out on the patio of my apartment at the Quinta de Valverde and drank a cup of coffee – no sugar, no milk – preparing myself to survive another year. It was a...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Martha Winterhalter, @marthawinterhalter HER PORCELAIN SKIN I can’t believe you are here— her first words to me, the first day of the last days, looking up from the bed that swallowed her. Words I keep coming back to. Couldn’t believe I would come? But...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Reunion” by Maria Wolfram, @maria.wolfram THERE IS A ROAD “Jane Crofut; The Crofut Farm; Grover’s Corners; Sutton County; New Hampshire; United States of America; Continent of North America; Western Hemisphere; the Earth; the Solar System; the...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction
Art: Susanne Knapp DEAR NANCY DREW It’s me. Your newest author. I’m here to tell you it’s time. To come out. Of the closet you’ve spent decades in. It must be getting old. How long is Girl George willing to wait? Or is Bess the one? Whatever. Anything is...
