by JL Jacobs | Oct 5, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Color Field: Violet, Blue, Black, Red, Orange and Purple by John Timothy Robinson A GRAVE MADE OF HOPES In a bleached white field made of dead hopes, I dig my own grave. My arms move with a mechanical methodicalness, the up-down movement of the shovel almost...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 17, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Wilson Creek 12 by John Gregory Brown THE WELL Someone always answers—even a recording. I have noticed how you deny perpetual motion. As if were not earth. Nor field around it. Yet, press the numbers. Dial the residence. Someone always answers—even a...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 12, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Memories from the Multiverse: Comfortably Between by Erik Leraz 1957 Welcome to The Shady Lady, a queer bar in San Pedro, California, across the railroad tracks, near the docks, in a back alley off Harbor Street. It’s a raunchy hole in the wall dive where...
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...
