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...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 28, 2019 | Poetry
Reclaimed The barn thrived for three generations, barn doors flung wide hosting children on hay hoists, October called dances with stolen embraces under a bat’s roost, an owl’s screech, the breeze joyous in the wheat, its golden hue reflecting on the barn’s whitewash....
by JL Jacobs | Aug 26, 2019 | Poetry
Her dress once pink A harrier hawk on a snow-mounded fence a murder of crows on the gray wind shocks of yellow winter wheat on the periphery the field bleeding into the horizon I can’t go on she said surrounded by absence...
