by JL Jacobs | Sep 25, 2019 | Poetry
Ohio Drinking red wine in a peeling canoe, land-bound, by the drained swimming pool. The leaves watched as we turned to run. Our plan was to break the glass, take the fancy heirloom. You talked me down with a shy glance. Later, we huddled in the flooded basement,...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 20, 2019 | Poetry
THE WAY OF ALL : AN ABECEDARIAN April is not about you, grasshopper. Bear your soul in a month more claustrophobic, when you’re shut up, defeated by weeks of winter skies— egg-colored—not Easter-egg-colored. Fires in bleak pre-dawn hearths glow from the...
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...
