by JL Jacobs | Dec 18, 2019 | Poetry
* It has nothing to do with the banjo –this chair aches for wheels that will rust, wobble the way riverbeds grow into something else –where there was a mouth, there’s now wet dirt and with a single gulp the Earth is drained by a compass that points to where...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 16, 2019 | Poetry
Child Under the Armor A gentle hand through the drapes as the rains of August drown the memories into a sea of sweet waves gratifying as a divine nectar the doors part with a soft hope-carrying breath. Peeking in with the care of a cat-burglar in a mausoleum...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 13, 2019 | Poetry
GHOSTS OF YOU Today a man stood next to me he reminded me of you the cigarettes cough limp tattoos attitude observed him too good for too long enkindling ghosts of you and after het talked to himself for a good length of time I remember...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 11, 2019 | Poetry
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by JL Jacobs | Dec 9, 2019 | Poetry
February Many of our life giving rituals are deeply private, whether repeated daily or annually, they gift us some sort of solace. A good snow crunching walk late at night seems to do it for me. If I could, preferably down the old train tracks stretching...
