by JL Jacobs | Jul 15, 2020 | Art, Poetry
<1. Swear> Wishes in your eyelashes & you know it’s over, She brushes your hair out of her dreams, almost a cadence snore & wheeze, like an old neighbor’s seashell wind-chime, Wafting over a sky full of hope Not all poetry fits inside a wine...
by JL Jacobs | May 20, 2020 | Photography, Poetry
Art: Marie Dashkova AMERICAN KNOW-HOW: Patent Pending # 90468 a bible a biblio a bib the word the world the worm with your mouth full of all the wild and crazy brilliant words you never tell anyone dribble your poem all down your front lie down on the...
by JL Jacobs | May 13, 2020 | Art, Poetry
landscape with needles after Bruegel between the Methodists and AME, the park and racetrack with its red eye turned to gamble between the Prius’ and Kias between ADT alarming padlocks, the deck with conversation seating, doggie dogs on leashes and muted pit bulls, the...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 23, 2020 | Art, Poetry
Cycles Cycle of dirty laundry spinning ad infinitum in the rinse cycle Always another upkeep to keep up, everything decaying always Entreaty for succor for suckers borne each minute by entreaty Galvanized gallantly galloping to our hotspot polished pole galvanized...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 15, 2020 | Poetry
A PARTICULAR In twenty minutes it will be 9:15, a particular that will come against us all: the student making sense of a Brahms sonata, another boiling macaroni in a chipped aluminum pot, or you, barefoot and considering your barriers—who made them?— between Bursa...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 8, 2020 | Poetry
Bad Weather and All I could have lived in Sisters or moved to the isle of Lesbos — nectar and ambrosia — but I didn’t choose where I stayed near the stork nest, Bad weather and all. Schizophrenia will not stop me nor walking on ice or pennies I...
