by JL Jacobs | Nov 8, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Lavien Darja, @lavien_darja MR. SINGH It was 10 o’clock on a hot Tuesday morning in August. Jake jumped the fence at the back of the house, swung a kick at an empty Buckfast bottle beside the sand pit, and ran across the park to the Spar. Inside the shop, Mr...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 6, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Vera Fonseka, @verafonsekaart THE BEAST Sometimes you lie on your bed and remember. You remember the time uncle Josh came back from Canada and brought you the air pistol. He had to smuggle it in through customs. It was just like the ones you saw advertised on the...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 20, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Altar by Jieun Beth Kim, @jieunbeth HOME 1 One summer night in Tirana, on the balcony on the second floor, I lay on my back feeling the cool breeze and listening to the croaking of frogs from the artificial lake, a strange lullaby. I found myself wondering about...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art: André Gonçalves, @andre_goncalves_arts GENETICS Your eyes are big and round like your father’s but while his are the color of the Irish Sea yours are the color of the muddy fields on my father’s land fit only for the peasants who worked them. ...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction
Art: Baptiste Charruyer, @wild_fangs_photos RUNNING WITH THE YAKS My friend is going blind. He’s known this for most of his life. It’s genetic and can’t be corrected. His father went blind the same way. Gradually the periphery disappears and you’re squinting at...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction
Art: “Fevereiro” by Vera Fonseka HOW I KEEP DON QUIXOTE ALIVE Christmas safely behind me, I sat out on the patio of my apartment at the Quinta de Valverde and drank a cup of coffee – no sugar, no milk – preparing myself to survive another year. It was a...
