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...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 1, 2020 | Poetry
Mother, I said Mother, I said, I’m a one note character my fibers are inchoate I have but a single, primitive dimension, and it’s in arrest nothing is cultivated but the loss of the familiar the essence of things that have since died under the march of...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 26, 2020 | Poetry
Strawberry I wish I was dead so I could go to Heaven because at Sunday School they say that Jesus died for my sins, and I sin, but when I die I’ll live forever and I can’t do that here, on Earth I mean, so my only choice for life is death so if I can live...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 24, 2020 | Poetry
Rooster and Hog Crossing The squall blew sideways screaming in from Hollow Point, Hawaii. The undulating waves slammed along the coffee cliffs of igneous rock jig-sawing along the sandy beach. The jet-engine surf churned and the west wind ironed the water into...
