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...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 28, 2018 | Art
Art: Un grand écran, rue du Chemin Vert, Paris 11 by Boré Ivanoff ART FEATURE: THE ABSTRACT REAL The story of The Abstract Real began when I was still working on my paintings from the previous project, “The Mirrors of Paris, between water and glass”. While...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 26, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Even the hills became sacred clowns by Alex Duensing SWING these details only important to the man trying to remember what light, river, hollow sound as if there was space for this these details only important to the man the scarf is extraneous, her...
