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...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 9, 2019 | Poetry
IN OUT IN OUT IN IN IN An acacia sings itself a blanket and a pomegranate grafted to make a river of red flowers flashing fire to and from our one deeper heart saying it again with a consistently irregular rhythm. Our one deeper heart aching like this: in out in out...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 6, 2019 | Poetry
I HOLD MY FATHER’S BEER I Grainy 4×4 photos like some prop deck of saloon cards my mother has filed in a yellowed Polaroid Flashgun #268 box. Meant for automatic color-pack cameras, this box contains the cycle of life: film to camera,...