by JL Jacobs | Oct 16, 2019 | Poetry
CORKS OR DRUMS The wet seconds of the Anaphorical Clock Grind the day into mud. And each is the same. The same breakfast followed by the same phone calls, the same news and the same plastic ravenous news people. The same lunch followed uncomfortably by the same...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 14, 2019 | Poetry
flag of mercy...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 11, 2019 | Poetry
REMOTE...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 9, 2019 | Poetry
POLARITY...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 4, 2019 | Poetry
Ministration Take a fingertip of fire to a thread of magnesium and watch the messiah himself spring from the coil brighter than any welder’s torch that fuses a seam between the arm and body of a tin man army not yet buried with its emperor but standing...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 2, 2019 | Poetry
Equilibrium A flower against the harsh inertia bathing in Hades’ dim light uncaring motion, as transformation dwindles spoons of sun, with eager drip an exquisite undertaking, falling with all the weight of your limbs It is risky to be a human being it...