by JL Jacobs | Apr 4, 2017 | Fiction
WE ARE FRANTIC IN BATON ROUGE When I get to the docks, the negroes are burning the cotton. They cut open the bales and pour buckets of liquor over them. They set them ablaze and push them into the river. The bales, puffing like little steamboats, float off into...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 25, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art Credit: “Lara Casandra” by Andre’ Goncalves YOU BELONG TO ME You have to feel for this guy walking down the street on a clear, dry, almost blinding day somewhere in downtown Phoenix, a day twice beautiful because he’s recuperating from...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 3, 2016 | Fiction
About the Author: W<J>P Newnham hitchhiked around Australia working as barman, bum and waiter; slaughter hand, deckhand and master, spending 25 years working in the Northern Prawn Fishery. He has travelled extensively in southeast Asia, the Americas and Japan...
