by JL Jacobs | Jan 29, 2020 | Poetry
Bride of Christ Nobody lives forever. Miss Hooker said so and she’s my Sunday School teacher so there it is, I guess–the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God. But, she says, I have one chance to live forever even though...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 24, 2020 | Poetry
While Driving In a flash that comes to you on this very gray day as you drive to pick up your daughter, whom you love more than anything on this earth, you sense in your marrow with a thud —that any moment, you could lose those you love, those who give your life...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 22, 2020 | Poetry
Haggard She was waiting for me at the gate. She led me into the cellar and tried to open my eyes. My little sister, who had died a few hours after my grandmother, lay in the arms of a female marble. She whispered in ears, ...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 13, 2020 | Art, Poetry
Haiga: Bitter Fruit ALL PALM TREES FROM HERE YET YOU WATCH YOUR STEP LADY BITTER FRUIT THEY YIELD...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 8, 2020 | Poetry
Mercurial Skip to navigate portico structure at the west 8. Grey shag carpet. Cog in the hall. Losing names my ? Seethe time or leave bereaved....
by JL Jacobs | Jan 6, 2020 | Poetry
Pedagogy...