by JL Jacobs | May 2, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Guilherme Bergamini MOTHER RUSSIA She keeps you shut inside her. In her wooden womb, you grow smaller, smaller. Your ears are sealed beneath a babushka. You sit woodenly through winter, your cheeks wind-burnt red circles. Your mouth, it never opens. Nyet to...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 30, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Dark Sea Serie by Carole Jury A STRANGE PLACE I was in bed with my wife the first time he appeared to me in my sleep. I can’t explain how I knew it was him, only that I felt a certain change in the air. My psyche was finely attuned to his, maybe, even though he...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 27, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Fabrice Poussin FIVE SETTINGS I have five settings In the morning, When I rise and my face falls to glorify my maker In the afternoon, When I lose all orientation, and question the purpose of my existence In the evening, When I covet my...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 25, 2018 | Poetry
Art: William Zuback, @williamzubackphotographs STILL LIFE—BLUE BOTTLES AND TANGERINE The bottles are quiet, not like buzzing flies we swat without stopping to see the iridescent sheen of their wings. A tangerine’s skin has pores unlike the smoothness of glass....
by JL Jacobs | Apr 23, 2018 | Poetry
Art: War by Karen Nielsen, @karennielsen13 MY COUNTRY TIS You are the diners of the ’20s, pre-fab, fit into railroad cars or trucks, parked on any street of you, America. You are the glass carousels of cakes, the Napoleons leaking custard, the Boston creams of...
