by JL Jacobs | Jul 13, 2018 | Poetry
Art: My Nuclear Paris by Adam De Ville 41 SHADES OF BLUE* When you peered through sun-stained dust through a window across an alley through another’s glass into someone-else’s smallness when you stared into —— what when you turned towards —— climbed to where –...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 12, 2018 | Memoir
Art: Cyril Larvor, @cyrillarvor MEMOIR: FROM THE LIFE OF A KASHMIRI WOMAN BY NYLA ALI KHAN “Faith Consists in Believing When It Is Beyond the Power of Reason to Believe”—Voltaire I would venture to say that subscribing to religious traditions and maintaining an...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 11, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Robert Ferrier KICK IT OLD SCHOOL ‘87 an island summer of sexually ripe worship. The days began at my old school, with waves of full-length prostrations in the room provided to me as student guide to a poetry conference. June, post semester. In a ‘50s-era dorm,...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 9, 2018 | Music
Seattle Underground Arch by kerry rawlinson, @kerryrawli PASSENGERS About the artists: mybluesweden is a collaboration between three musicians from Minneapolis/St Paul Minnesota. Although we perform different roles (one of our members is part time) everything is done...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 6, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Thomas Kräher, @tkraeher. OH, HONEY I read once that every fig Swallows a wasp whole— Digests it with juice, Dissolves it into sweetness, Makes seeds from its wings. My husband’s mother speaks Of salt water marshes, Snakes living in crawl spaces, Old figs...
