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...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 27, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: City Bird by Nancy Shuler THE THINGS YOU SEE WAITING FOR COFFEE Crawling baby to slouching ape to broken-hearted man, he staggered away. The picture of a breakup song. With white text on black background end credits. Raindrops exploded on his clothes in slow...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 20, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: What becomes of the broken tartlet by Adam De Ville IMPLOSION What’s coming down is not freezing rain but diffuse flakes melting on the panes of the kitchen window. The rain that they predicted has probably arrived and passed in the course of the night. Footsteps...
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 11, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Welcome Museum Guests by Alex Duensing HIDING Frequently I’ll go away and hide. It makes me feel better about things. It’s not something that as a grown man I’m especially proud of, butI could be up to a lot worse. Sometimes I’ll tell my wife I’m going for a...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 4, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: j by Tobias Oggenfuss CAVE NIGHT The Zhejiangopterus Children fly into their cave after a long day. Their cave hole is high on a flat cliff face. Inside it is dark, damp and cold. They squish around in the mud until they find their magical tools. Do you like...
