by JL Jacobs | Mar 11, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Red River Bridge by Nancy Shuler IN THE CLOCK ROOM AT THE RAILROAD MUSEUM Tinkering tick-tockers all: These are history’s duplicitous faces. These are Observer, Arcade No. 1, Lobby Clock, once proud to condescend every train. And these old teachers,...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 6, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Shaman by Caitlin Carter ODE TO THE LADY IN HERMANN PARK She’s got the spirit in her Standing with her worldly belongings in two chairs More powerful than Macbeth’s trio Screaming her magic to the sky Its beat hammering go go go to the Elf King’s art. Spiritless,...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 1, 2019 | Poetry
Art: 3:06 pm John Hancock Center from 17 Chicago Photographs in 10 Hours by Nikola Olic TOUCH Think of it as deft spring winds passing through full-blown lindens, leaves shuddering, tentative as love’s sweet-talk, made almost breathless, if spoken, or what fades into...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 27, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Fragileness of Perspective by Ugne Spudyte Terence Crutcher Say his name.Say his name out loud.Say his nameLike a whisper to a crowd.Say his nameWhile looking into your own eyes.Say it to your motherAs you murmur your goodbyes.Say it to your...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 22, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Snow by Nancy Shuler TURNING I was out of the light . . .-Brian Wilson- Already I can feel the red-veined maples pulsing into end-of-life, sun-dressed aspens rust-gold, white willow catkins, winter-wind’s first kiss passing through the blue spruce, firs, pine...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 18, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Occhi Stanchi by Jason Stanizzi WHAT WE DO . . . there is no there “there.”-Gertrude Stein- The moon is Swiss-cheese sexy. Or black. Or peacock-blue ink.Peut-être pink. If you’re French. Whatever pricks your fancy. If you have one. This October...
