by JL Jacobs | Apr 26, 2017 | Fiction
Art Credit: Dawei Ding HEARTS AND MINDS This afternoon, using a broom cupboard scrounged from the shattered house, we buried a little girl who bled to death yesterday. We put in some blossoms and laid the girl’s leg in beside her. Then we lowered the cupboard...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 24, 2017 | Fiction
Art Credit: “Untitled” by Alfonso Barberio SWISH Projects playgound— jump shot arcing from star to star Evening shadows steal across the low concrete buildings, the cracked-slab courtyards, over fast-food wrappers and bottle shards. He feels the air...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 24, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art Credit: “Someone Else’s Bed” by Andre Gonçalves YOU CANNOT TURN: HAIBUN BY RICH YOUMANS the key. it is in the ignition, and your fingers tense around its pebbled casing. but you cannot turn it; you cannot move. you have stalled at a...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 12, 2017 | Fiction
Art Credit: Martha Winterhalter FIRST VISIT TO CANYON COUNTRY BY RAY RASMUSSEN Friends, who on occasion join my outdoor adventures, suggest I should slow down, be in, not just move through a place. They complain that I hike too fast to enjoy the landscapes we passing...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 12, 2017 | Fiction
Art Credit: “You are what you think you are” by Matheus Formiga UNSADDLED BY RAY RASMUSSEN Breakfast without a newspaper is a horse without a saddle. —Edward R. Murrow I am six months into my experiment of not reading the daily newspaper. Instead I...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 6, 2017 | Fiction
TWO WEEKS LATER HE FLEW OFF TO AFGHANISTAN AGAIN It’s New Year’s Eve. Mark’s lying across the bed, not moving. “This is too hard,” he says. Poor baby. I love him and try to be a good wife. Johnny and Megan love him more than their real...
