by JL Jacobs | Nov 10, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Michael Marrella, @mikemarrella SYNESTHESIA Sex, drugs, and Rock-and- Roll are all the same. Modest Mouse was playing when I passed Simeon the blunt, a perfect little burrito of a universe. Before the hit, little rainbows danced around the edge of my vision,...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 8, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Lavien Darja, @lavien_darja MR. SINGH It was 10 o’clock on a hot Tuesday morning in August. Jake jumped the fence at the back of the house, swung a kick at an empty Buckfast bottle beside the sand pit, and ran across the park to the Spar. Inside the shop, Mr...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 6, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Vera Fonseka, @verafonsekaart THE BEAST Sometimes you lie on your bed and remember. You remember the time uncle Josh came back from Canada and brought you the air pistol. He had to smuggle it in through customs. It was just like the ones you saw advertised on the...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 20, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Altar by Jieun Beth Kim, @jieunbeth HOME 1 One summer night in Tirana, on the balcony on the second floor, I lay on my back feeling the cool breeze and listening to the croaking of frogs from the artificial lake, a strange lullaby. I found myself wondering about...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 22, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: “Exodus, Untitled Transparency SN1” by Olivier Fonteau RAG-DOLLS All day long, we sit on the crumbling wall of the cemetery. Our feet, clad in mud-crusted Mary Janes, dangle inches above the wild grass. There is silence . . . a blanket of...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 5, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art Credit: Tatiana Drotsarova OH CUPOLA your little room barely big enough for a party of gnomes cousin of the widow’s walk uncle to the weather vane dear old cupola falling in for all to see if only people knew for how long and how far from where you sit the world...
