by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art: André Gonçalves, @andre_goncalves_arts GENETICS Your eyes are big and round like your father’s but while his are the color of the Irish Sea yours are the color of the muddy fields on my father’s land fit only for the peasants who worked them. ...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Martin Nature Park Tree” by Robert Ferrier MARTIN NATURE PARK TREE TRUNK After we crept to the bird wall poked our lenses through portals and stole the souls of wrens after we snapped the snapping turtles their necks stretched high and frozen as if...
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...
