by JL Jacobs | Oct 10, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Joy by Alex Duensing HUMMINGBIRDS I remember reading recently of how hummingbirds only suckle from lilac and lavender blooms for their fuel, their nectarous urge merely the gruel a weary, calloused farmhand might sock away, mopping a soaked and furrowed brow...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 8, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Manikin 77 by Roger Camp TENTATIVE FUTURES You try to forgive words their push and pull. In the garden, the cherry tree has sprouted buds, each one enveloping a heartbeat. You lean against the trunk, listening to the hum under its bark, remembering what it was...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 5, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Color Field: Violet, Blue, Black, Red, Orange and Purple by John Timothy Robinson A GRAVE MADE OF HOPES In a bleached white field made of dead hopes, I dig my own grave. My arms move with a mechanical methodicalness, the up-down movement of the shovel almost...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 3, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Nostalgia by Britnie Walston COMPOUND FRACTURE This birth crippled By the feat, they Separated early tendons missing, inaction not apparent, not hidden metal mentals, physical ensues, while losses tally, the pond settles, reconvene. Then blood spills,...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 2, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Dragonfly 2 by Mick Ó Seasnáin BOHEMIAN Nomadic traipsing, against mass oddly few but more than enough some here others there, made of fir and hemlock, or palm, or oak carbon-constructed light, titanium beams holding up this, notion of nation, but some...
