by JL Jacobs | Apr 12, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Clockwork 7 by Waters Breedlove THE PHOTOGRAPH It doesn’t matter what we should have argued about. Talking was something we couldn’t or wouldn’t do. We walked through a meadow instead, you slightly ahead and I taking pictures of things I wanted to remember,...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 10, 2019 | Poetry and Article
Art: Streets in Cagne by Chaim Soutine FINGERPRINTS ON OCEAN WAVES: SOUTINE ADN THE FURIOUS DANCE OF THE STILL LIFE Why I Am Not a Painter I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 8, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: Cyril Larvor THE SPARROW The party functionary went down the stairs of the metro at Victory Station. He came to the fare gate, where a female clerk in uniform was standing. She looked at his flag badge, accepted his ticket, and placed it in a slot. He made his...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 5, 2019 | Memoir
Art: What isn’t the Home of God (Dog)? by Waters Breedlove5 HOLDING IT TOGETHER Following the death of my mother after a short but intense illness in August 2016, my life irrevocably changed. I became the counsellor’s phrase: “an adult orphan”. In order to...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 3, 2019 | Art, Art and Painting, Painting, Poetry
Art: Recurring Schemes by Daniel Smith WHAT THE TREES SAW Over two thousand miles, twenty cartons of cigarettes and an ocean of liquor lie between me and that place, yet I still can’t escape the Black Hills National Forest. Time has been fluid since that day in the...
