by JL Jacobs | Apr 22, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Trinket by Nancy Shuler FROG, YANGSHENG (LIFE NURTURING) & WEIXIN (WECHAT) I was video-chatting with my mom On my iPad when I heard a loud call From a handsome frog. Not to disturb My night owl son still busy dreaming Against noon light, I locked himself out...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 19, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Molten Chrysanthemums by John Chavers FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS Found my very first dime Early one morning on my way to work. Shimmery like a supermarket Our Lady of Guadalupe Jar candle whose wax had reached the base The coin lay shrouded by discarded comedy club...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 17, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Hummingbird 1 by Alan Neider FISHING WITH MY MOTHER Sometimes I am a big-haired, frazzled neurotic, causing Mom to drop her pole and run to me, though I am beyond legal and should have my own boat. And, at times, standing at the water, the river comes to our toes...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 12, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Clockwork 7 by Waters Breedlove THE PHOTOGRAPH It doesn’t matter what we should have argued about. Talking was something we couldn’t or wouldn’t do. We walked through a meadow instead, you slightly ahead and I taking pictures of things I wanted to remember,...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 10, 2019 | Poetry and Article
Art: Streets in Cagne by Chaim Soutine FINGERPRINTS ON OCEAN WAVES: SOUTINE ADN THE FURIOUS DANCE OF THE STILL LIFE Why I Am Not a Painter I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 3, 2019 | Art, Art and Painting, Painting, Poetry
Art: Recurring Schemes by Daniel Smith WHAT THE TREES SAW Over two thousand miles, twenty cartons of cigarettes and an ocean of liquor lie between me and that place, yet I still can’t escape the Black Hills National Forest. Time has been fluid since that day in the...