by JL Jacobs | Sep 7, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Cadere Tra le Fate by Mick Ó Seasnáin NEVER TO RETURN Traveling from San Diego to Los Angeles in the dry heat can be difficult. Doing so after your horse and provisions have been stolen, can be worse. All that Joaquin Fernandez de Castro had left after the...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 8, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Guilherme Bergamini WHY AM I SUCH AN OUTCAST Dad, in his cornball sport coat, leads the way up the concrete auditorium stairs. Cigarette dangling from her fingers, Mom’s second in command, then comes Laura; I look away from my sister’s jiggling butt and keep...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 27, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: City Bird by Nancy Shuler THE THINGS YOU SEE WAITING FOR COFFEE Crawling baby to slouching ape to broken-hearted man, he staggered away. The picture of a breakup song. With white text on black background end credits. Raindrops exploded on his clothes in slow...
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...
