by JL Jacobs | Mar 15, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Live Now by Andrew Flint Shipman CEZANNE’S APPLES The apples lie there, larger than life, leaping from the canvas, so many canvases—tempting; you paint them over and over, like real apples you eat and eat again, each bite bursting anew in your mouth; each...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 13, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: Cyril Larvor NO LONGER IN A HURRY She was in a hurry, as usual. Turning the corner, she bumped into something soft and unyielding, and when she glanced up, she found herself face to face with a clown who stood totally still. The only thing in motion was the...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 11, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Red River Bridge by Nancy Shuler IN THE CLOCK ROOM AT THE RAILROAD MUSEUM Tinkering tick-tockers all: These are history’s duplicitous faces. These are Observer, Arcade No. 1, Lobby Clock, once proud to condescend every train. And these old teachers,...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 8, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: Peeking Through a Window by Caitlin Carter THE ROOMING HOUSE Katya was living in a dilapidated rooming house, in a decaying part of Chicago. At one time this house had been her home. The people who lived there were happy and used her establishment every time they...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 6, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Shaman by Caitlin Carter ODE TO THE LADY IN HERMANN PARK She’s got the spirit in her Standing with her worldly belongings in two chairs More powerful than Macbeth’s trio Screaming her magic to the sky Its beat hammering go go go to the Elf King’s art. Spiritless,...
