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...
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...
