by JL Jacobs | Feb 27, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Fragileness of Perspective by Ugne Spudyte Terence Crutcher Say his name.Say his name out loud.Say his nameLike a whisper to a crowd.Say his nameWhile looking into your own eyes.Say it to your motherAs you murmur your goodbyes.Say it to your...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 25, 2019 | Memoir
Art: New Light by Susan McCollum PRE-PARTITION INDIA FROM LIFE AS A KASHMIRI WOMAN My maternal grandmother Akbar Jehan’s forebears, the Nedous’, had emigrated from Dubrovnik, a Croatian city on the Dalmatian coast of the Adriatic Sea, to Lahore in British ruled India...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 22, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Snow by Nancy Shuler TURNING I was out of the light . . .-Brian Wilson- Already I can feel the red-veined maples pulsing into end-of-life, sun-dressed aspens rust-gold, white willow catkins, winter-wind’s first kiss passing through the blue spruce, firs, pine...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 20, 2019 | Music
Art: Arts sur Place des Vosges, Paris 3 ’eme by Bore’ Ivanoff NEED YOU TO KNOW https://144.202.73.129/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/04_-_Need_You_To_Know.mp3 About the artist: Dave Murphy has been writing songs since the age of 12. His influences range from...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 18, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Occhi Stanchi by Jason Stanizzi WHAT WE DO . . . there is no there “there.”-Gertrude Stein- The moon is Swiss-cheese sexy. Or black. Or peacock-blue ink.Peut-être pink. If you’re French. Whatever pricks your fancy. If you have one. This October...
