by JL Jacobs | Jun 28, 2019 | Poetry
Art: The Red Stair by Linda Chapman STICKY FINGERSTheirs is a stately home Velvet papered wallpurple cushion plumped Can’t touch this Golden thread Needled too ornate,a flourish above and beyondShakespearean quote If music be the food of love Play...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 26, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Portal 26 by Ken Collins ANOTHER SHADE OF GRAY He hoped to hush the shrill, replace the clarion, the cock’s determined call more appealing, bound to raise a laugh, not to mention a couple of ghosts down the pub. Cacophony, Euphony, and he the moping...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 24, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Ekaterina Shamilova (Model: Marie Dashkova) THE CRUSHING OF COTTON BUTTERFLIES The bed smells of potted meat – and us – last night’s bland feast. You’re eyeing the jar even now, scrolling news-feed on your laptop, hard edge digging into my...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 21, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Memories from the Multiverse: Comfortably Between by Erik Leraz SOLITUDE Souls Watching the hermit nun Sister Wendy describe complex biblical scenes in 3 sentences reminded me once again to spend less time getting our finances in order and more time caring for...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 19, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: Focused by Fabrice Poussin IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED In 1958, or maybe 1959, Daddy put me in the cab of his dented pickup. We drove to KEY-T TV studios in Santa Barbara so I could meet my grandfather. Daddy had grown up an only child, raised by his mother, and had...
