by JL Jacobs | Mar 4, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: shapes2 by Nathan Johnson THE BUM STEER The Bum Steer is a bar tucked in a strip mall parking lot off a country road only a few miles from civilization. Light years. Decades. Enough distance and time hollowed from the living to melt reality when you walk...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 1, 2019 | Poetry
Art: 3:06 pm John Hancock Center from 17 Chicago Photographs in 10 Hours by Nikola Olic TOUCH Think of it as deft spring winds passing through full-blown lindens, leaves shuddering, tentative as love’s sweet-talk, made almost breathless, if spoken, or what fades into...
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...
