by JL Jacobs | Aug 31, 2022 | Art, Poetry
Art: Skrik wakker by Gary Freir What We’ve Left In this future we’ve createdall of the butterfly eggs are sterileand the flowers have no scent. This will bethe last season of butterflies in this part of the world. In the overgrown weeds and...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 25, 2022 | Photography, Poetry
Art: Not Just a Mannequin by Jimmy Mc Hugh Verily Today in Sunday School I learned I’ve gotto die one day, I guess I always knewit but Miss Hooker really brought it homewhen she said that if I don’t get saved Igo to Hell to burn...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 17, 2022 | Art, Poetry
Art: Landscape in Orange Tones by John Timothy Robinson The Predicament of Breathlessness, II Since you’ve been gone,I’ve been vaping a void trying to acclimate with-out your skin and breath. The table is bare no matterwhat’s on its surface, and the...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 11, 2022 | Art, Poetry
Art: Rejection at the altar by Darrell Black Mixolydian Mixup An Arcadian arcanist,β-cadence marks a serrated betta’s graded circadian;a seance waning, once cicadas serenaded waded in.Sepulcher seas and cemetery streams, stretching seams...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 3, 2022 | Art, Fiction
Art by Cyril Larvor Singing Tibetan Bowl We were at the Princeton University Campus, racing to class through the quad. I spotted you ahead on the sidewalk, in your fast lane. You were a bright red Corvette of a man, speeding one hundred and twenty miles...
