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...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 18, 2019 | Poetry
* It has nothing to do with the banjo –this chair aches for wheels that will rust, wobble the way riverbeds grow into something else –where there was a mouth, there’s now wet dirt and with a single gulp the Earth is drained by a compass that points to where...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 16, 2019 | Poetry
Child Under the Armor A gentle hand through the drapes as the rains of August drown the memories into a sea of sweet waves gratifying as a divine nectar the doors part with a soft hope-carrying breath. Peeking in with the care of a cat-burglar in a mausoleum...