by JL Jacobs | Sep 17, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Wilson Creek 12 by John Gregory Brown THE WELL Someone always answers—even a recording. I have noticed how you deny perpetual motion. As if were not earth. Nor field around it. Yet, press the numbers. Dial the residence. Someone always answers—even a...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 12, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Memories from the Multiverse: Comfortably Between by Erik Leraz 1957 Welcome to The Shady Lady, a queer bar in San Pedro, California, across the railroad tracks, near the docks, in a back alley off Harbor Street. It’s a raunchy hole in the wall dive where...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 7, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Cadere Tra le Fate by Mick Ó Seasnáin NEVER TO RETURN Traveling from San Diego to Los Angeles in the dry heat can be difficult. Doing so after your horse and provisions have been stolen, can be worse. All that Joaquin Fernandez de Castro had left after the...
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 8, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Guilherme Bergamini WHY AM I SUCH AN OUTCAST Dad, in his cornball sport coat, leads the way up the concrete auditorium stairs. Cigarette dangling from her fingers, Mom’s second in command, then comes Laura; I look away from my sister’s jiggling butt and keep...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 23, 2018 | Fiction
Art: The Road by Alex Duensing THE PORTER Motherfucking cunt whore. Not tonight. Did I say that to myself or out loud? Does it matter? I’m alone during what I have come to call the Panic Hour: the purgatory that stretches from 3AM to 4AM. On any given night, if...
