by JL Jacobs | Jun 3, 2020 | Art, Fiction
Art: Road by Oksana Reznik Congrats & Prayers Because it’s my birthday, I pour another Maker’s Mark. Two fingers, though one’s sympathetic to the eczema blister on my middle knuckle, the whiskey aligned with the peak of that stress-induced hump, gaining me...
by JL Jacobs | May 27, 2020 | Art, Fiction
Art: After the Rainbow by Oksana Reznik Fever Dream Within an instant everything else faded out into the background, and they felt the universe shift into place. They had not been aware that it was not harmonious before. “I’ve met you,” she said. “I...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 29, 2020 | Short Fiction
THE CROSSING By Maureen Mancini Amaturo The doctor said, “Soon now.” He said, “Maybe there are family members you’d like to call. Anyone close by who she would like to be here, who might want to be here?” At that moment, I stood in a vacuum, in isolation, as if...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 26, 2020 | Short Fiction
Cutting The grass grows so fast with all the rain. Seemingly depthless pools sit inside hollow trunks. It is early Saturday morning, and the mower, in some way elementary, roars, wets leaves, and allows a feeling another kind of quietness. What remains is an innate...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 16, 2020 | Short Fiction
Freshly Baked Bread “Happy birthday, Mom!” Carol’s sing-song voice came through Mom’s kitchen speaker phone. “Oh, Carol, I’m glad it’s you, honey. I was going to call you tonight because I wanted to tell you that Dad and I have a present for you.” “But, Mom, It’s your...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 2, 2020 | Short Fiction
On Becoming French Okies “French” invokes Paris, Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame Cathedral, fine cuisine and wine. But there are other places where “French” has fostered for centuries. With name like “Boudreau” and my wife, Dorothy, maiden name being “Cottreau” and both...
