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...
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...
