by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction
Art: Susanne Knapp DEAR NANCY DREW It’s me. Your newest author. I’m here to tell you it’s time. To come out. Of the closet you’ve spent decades in. It must be getting old. How long is Girl George willing to wait? Or is Bess the one? Whatever. Anything is...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art: “Alexandrina Mask” by André Gonçalves A BRIEF ANALYSIS OF CONTEMPORARY SOCIETY AS SEEN THROUGH MY EYES Tolstoy wept while listening to the andante cantabile of Tchaikovsky’s first string quartet. I, on the other hand, wondered what kind of hair...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 22, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: “Exodus, Untitled Transparency SN1” by Olivier Fonteau RAG-DOLLS All day long, we sit on the crumbling wall of the cemetery. Our feet, clad in mud-crusted Mary Janes, dangle inches above the wild grass. There is silence . . . a blanket of...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 12, 2017 | Fiction
Art Credit: Martha Winterhalter NEVER AGAIN “John, come in and eat. You’ll be late for your meeting,” said his wife. “Ja, Ja. I know,” said John who continued to stand on the porch and pondered his options. “I’m waiting for Lawrence”. John braced as if expecting the...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 5, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art Credit: Tatiana Drotsarova OH CUPOLA your little room barely big enough for a party of gnomes cousin of the widow’s walk uncle to the weather vane dear old cupola falling in for all to see if only people knew for how long and how far from where you sit the world...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 2, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art Credit: “(Muse)Madness” by Tove Aune. FRAGMENTS One by one we throw a handful of sandalwood dust on the funeral pyre. There is nothing much to say and a damp stillness hangs heavy over the pale morning. In the end, it’s just nine maunds of wood for his...
