by JL Jacobs | Aug 20, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Rolling In by Marie McCloskey READING IN THE TWENTY-SECOND CENTURY Splash language into my eyes like bathtub water. I feel, I love digitized words surging through my Pacific wave vision. Who has the time to spend a sunloop piecemealing a Victorian novel when I...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 17, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Tree in Mirror, St. Paul’s, Paris by Roger Camp THE JORDAN BOULEVARD Slipping between the broken paving stone, shoes bleating a harried rhythm in rubber, I move visibly, sallowed, as a humbled painter, staring blankly at the unblemished canvas of even time:...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 15, 2018 | Poetry
Art: The Unknown God from Socio-Psychological Dreamscape Series by Gary Van Haas TWO BATHERS An indecisive woman floats in a tubof bubbles, her head bowed by theweight of humidity and hopelessness.Suddenly her body straightens,and her head lifts in an attitudeof firm...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 13, 2018 | Fiction
Art: Lucy by Johnbel Mahautiere HOT “Good, you got here on time,” a voice said from behind Julia. She turned to see what must be the quintessential Geek U grad—short, dressed in a rumpled button-down shirt with a mismatched tie, rounded shoulders, black, heavy-rimmed...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 10, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Light Music 33 by Roger Camp THE GUIDE AWAKE Should we have stayed home and thought of here? —Elizabeth Bishop Questions of Travel Pale sun and the pinprick pains return to your body like seasons each cruel-pretty morning. Coffee quick, then breakfast. Begin...
