by JL Jacobs | Oct 16, 2019 | Poetry
CORKS OR DRUMS The wet seconds of the Anaphorical Clock Grind the day into mud. And each is the same. The same breakfast followed by the same phone calls, the same news and the same plastic ravenous news people. The same lunch followed uncomfortably by the same...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 14, 2019 | Poetry
flag of mercy...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 11, 2019 | Poetry
REMOTE...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 9, 2019 | Poetry
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by JL Jacobs | Oct 7, 2019 | Short Fiction
So Good, All of You –Like the dirt around me, we love you. McBride/Thikbot You always remind me, plurally, of music. I hear. However. Cannot express. And of. A. Beautiful sadness. Some odd error of dusk. That is. The same. To me. Like. An assistant. Of Sorts....