by JL Jacobs | Aug 7, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: Cyril Larvor COCA COLA For fifty cents she buys a cold can at the deli near her house. She cracks its mouth and walks to the pier. Looking at the water where many boats are gathered she lets the cold can precipitate. Men adjust their sails and empty their fishing...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 5, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: Static by William Zuback RADIO I hope it’s not true that when you grow up your heart dies. I read Faulkner’s letters to Malcolm Cowley where he admits he’s still trying to put it all, if possible, on one pinhead. I go to get my blood drained to test for hormone...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 19, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: Focused by Fabrice Poussin IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED In 1958, or maybe 1959, Daddy put me in the cab of his dented pickup. We drove to KEY-T TV studios in Santa Barbara so I could meet my grandfather. Daddy had grown up an only child, raised by his mother, and had...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 10, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: Openings by Linda Chapman LOOK AT THE WATER Two men had broken in through the kitchen window. That’s what my mother said. Her blue eyes were red by the time we arrived. My sister tried to calm her. I called the police. One officer, moustached and dark,...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 7, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: Moving 1 by Caitlin Carter ILLUSION Shortly after having gone the rounds of his clients, Makoto parked his car in the parking lot of a convenience store beside a small park and bought a sandwich for his lunch and a pack of cigarettes. Blue hydrangea flowers in...
by JL Jacobs | May 22, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: The Hanging by Gavin Mayhew SO ZOO ME I didn’t want to go on this Bronx Zoo outing. I’ve lived nearly 67 years without ever visiting. Never had any interest watching poor trapped souls ache for the freedom of their visitors. When the Seniors Housing Commission...
