by JL Jacobs | Jan 8, 2020 | Poetry
Mercurial Skip to navigate portico structure at the west 8. Grey shag carpet. Cog in the hall. Losing names my ? Seethe time or leave bereaved....
by JL Jacobs | Jan 6, 2020 | Poetry
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by JL Jacobs | Dec 27, 2019 | Art
Art Feature: Nancy Shuler I remember playing with my grandmother’s box camera. There was no film in it but my five-year-old self ran around happily taking photos of everything. I still run around happily taking photos of everything. Some of my training in photography...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 23, 2019 | Short Fiction
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by JL Jacobs | Dec 20, 2019 | Short Fiction
The City Song of Lucy Brown Black tires rolling. Bus almost empty. Nobody much to mind my singing – just singing a little song. Singing a little steam song about sweet fish, white rice, Marcene’s pineapple sauce. Just singing my song – don’t pay any mind,...
