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...
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...
