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...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 15, 2019 | Art, Poetry and Article
Art: Blue in a Red State by Jacqueline Dee Parker ON THE WORKS OF JACQUELINE DEE PARKER: AN APPRECIATION I What comes to mind is a line from James Dickey’s “At Darien Bridge”: The hopeless look of the...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 11, 2019 | Poetry
Art: That is my soul is my home (WIP) by Nikolas Karathanasis DREAM WIND The place where we ache to go again. -“Don Draper”- It begins by dreaming itself into form, ripple and wave, soft swell and breaker, whatever source it springs from, desolate lover’s plaint,...