by JL Jacobs | Sep 12, 2019 | Poetry
The Story Was Always Architectural ...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 9, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Follow the Light by Fabrice Poussin The Sun We built a nest of books and blocks and threw the windows wide. In the yard beyond the wall that holds the street at bay, in an overhang of oleander, the sun, its orange banner waving, calls her out to...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 6, 2019 | Poetry
Augury for Spring it’s december, and the leaves push through the branches, insistent, verdant. in a dream, I mistake you for your cousin, but somehow softer— softer is the wrong word, gentle maybe or kind. or maybe true? my hands are...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 4, 2019 | Poetry
The Chariot of Roland 1. From the side of the highway with his one good hand to shade his eyes, Roland swings his legs off the bike, nudges the kickstand with his toes. He spins the sun in the heavy spokes hoping it will spark against the flint, light the city aflame...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 2, 2019 | Poetry
The Lovers 1. You’re twenty-two, kneeling in front of a bookshelf. Albums lean drunkenly over each other, mingle, flirt. And the novels, heavy from too much ink, give way to them. I barely recognize you, blackhaired and smirking. That T-shirt from a street vendor says...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 30, 2019 | Poetry
Ingesting eclipses 1. We consume darkness in loss, ingesting eclipses. When earth and moon fail to syncopate, our axis askew, Truth becomes dross. Even gilding fails to validate. 2. Heat-steeped cement, iridescent, turns vapor to flame. A leaf on the ground...
