by JL Jacobs | Nov 8, 2019 | Poetry
ESCAPE TO NOWHERE Good morning! Where would you like to go? I’d like to go to the Museum of Contemporary Art. How long do you think it will take to get there? It depends on the traffic. Or you could make a Sackler-sized donation. Good morning, what are you...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 6, 2019 | Poetry
OFFER FROM DADA Pears picked from the tree safely according to the SAFE! online safety act of the new sun also calling for SAFE! roads, SAFE! drivers, SAFE! vehicles. SAFE! news. No speaking in dispraise of Dada. Only Dada may do so nonsensically syncing anonymously...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 4, 2019 | Poetry
Fine rhythms To feathers flow slow difficult three few select. The word ground few book slow. Most part possible float, few word slow book. Fine windows through, the next part elm finess. Bird call maps the frame difficult. Three. Particles. Few word. ...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 31, 2019 | Art, Poetry
RHODODENDRON, WINTER A troupe of ghosts stand in abeyance─ radiant energy we feel but cannot see. A naive bud, abiding spring. Guilded, like the age we live in─ a thin gold leaf of wealth for a few. Greed, and fear of losing. Leaves curl backwards into themselves,...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 28, 2019 | Poetry
Mohican River Music...
