by JL Jacobs | Feb 19, 2020 | Poetry
DRY DOCK Luciano sits at the bar—he always sits at the bar—watching over his crew like a ship’s captain. The bartender, Ian, has already placed a glass of Chianti at his right hand. Tonight, from his wheelhouse, Luciano sips his red wine as he watches the cooks in the...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 17, 2020 | Poetry
CRACKED Dawn over Coventry Lake. Canada Geese, visions of silence, float in a small window of open water. In my mind I step out onto the ice, trying to match their quiet stoicism. Instead I break through, and begin to sink. The thermocline, shockingly...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 14, 2020 | Art
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by JL Jacobs | Feb 12, 2020 | Poetry
WINTER CONTINUES...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 10, 2020 | Poetry
Cease, Crows...