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...
by JL Jacobs | May 31, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art Credit: “Documentary of Street Art in Barcelona” by Tom Williams THE COMPLAINTS DEPARTMENT Edgar Manx managed the Complaints Department at Goldblatt’s. He had an office with a window and a secretary. “Miss Evans, take a letter.” Kathy Evans scowled...
by JL Jacobs | May 16, 2017 | Fiction
Art Credit: “Sydney, June 2016” by Rizwan Ali APRANIHITA I travel to the ashram to visit with those teachers and friends whose voices or silences leave me refreshed. As we walk down to the river for sun worship, some talk about their lives and loves,...
by JL Jacobs | May 16, 2017 | Fiction
Art Credit: Vincent van Gogh – Weaver THE TRICOTEUSE “A weaver who has to direct and to interweave a great many little threads has no time to philosophize about it, but rather he is so absorbed in his work that he doesn’t think but acts, and he feels...
