by JL Jacobs | Jun 20, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: What becomes of the broken tartlet by Adam De Ville IMPLOSION What’s coming down is not freezing rain but diffuse flakes melting on the panes of the kitchen window. The rain that they predicted has probably arrived and passed in the course of the night. Footsteps...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 30, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Dark Sea Serie by Carole Jury A STRANGE PLACE I was in bed with my wife the first time he appeared to me in my sleep. I can’t explain how I knew it was him, only that I felt a certain change in the air. My psyche was finely attuned to his, maybe, even though he...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 11, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Welcome Museum Guests by Alex Duensing HIDING Frequently I’ll go away and hide. It makes me feel better about things. It’s not something that as a grown man I’m especially proud of, butI could be up to a lot worse. Sometimes I’ll tell my wife I’m going for a...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 4, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: j by Tobias Oggenfuss CAVE NIGHT The Zhejiangopterus Children fly into their cave after a long day. Their cave hole is high on a flat cliff face. Inside it is dark, damp and cold. They squish around in the mud until they find their magical tools. Do you like...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 16, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Las Memorias que me Habitan by Marta Bonjour @martabonjour NON-BREED Monday night was the first time stepping into the pool hurt me. There was a swimming class beside me, swim caps like moonlit skulls in the clouds outside. A beautiful, indifferent lifeguard...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 7, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: IKEA Painting 6 by Alan Neider, @aneider52 THE LITTLE YELLOW HOUSE she calls it. A yellow as yellow as any Dutch daffodil. She steers her tan Audi Fox up the driveway and pauses in her car until her favorite Cat Stevens song ends. Yellow has been her favorite...
