by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art: André Gonçalves, @andre_goncalves_arts GENETICS Your eyes are big and round like your father’s but while his are the color of the Irish Sea yours are the color of the muddy fields on my father’s land fit only for the peasants who worked them. ...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art: “Alexandrina Mask” by André Gonçalves A BRIEF ANALYSIS OF CONTEMPORARY SOCIETY AS SEEN THROUGH MY EYES Tolstoy wept while listening to the andante cantabile of Tchaikovsky’s first string quartet. I, on the other hand, wondered what kind of hair...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 28, 2017 | Goncalves, Short Fiction
Art Credit: Andre Gonçalves MOTHER METH I joined a volunteer project and was asked to remove furniture from an abandoned home. But I didn’t expect tales of occupants made for a messy cable movie. A mother of four strung out on meth having sex parties to pay for her...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 27, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art Credit: Andre Gonçalves THE GHOST IN YOU lives happy. For the most part. When you update. When you take picture. When you post. When you upload. When you feed, the ghost is happy enough. She likes to eat and toast and get a little tipsy on your Instagram feed....
by JL Jacobs | Apr 24, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art Credit: “Someone Else’s Bed” by Andre Gonçalves YOU CANNOT TURN: HAIBUN BY RICH YOUMANS the key. it is in the ignition, and your fingers tense around its pebbled casing. but you cannot turn it; you cannot move. you have stalled at a...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 25, 2017 | Fiction, Goncalves
Art Credit: “Lara Casandra” by Andre’ Goncalves YOU BELONG TO ME You have to feel for this guy walking down the street on a clear, dry, almost blinding day somewhere in downtown Phoenix, a day twice beautiful because he’s recuperating from...
