by JL Jacobs | May 25, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Popovy Sisters, @popovysisters INFANTILISM Neglecting kin, screen zombies eyeball pixels, lured by clickbait with violent headlines of some celeb getting slammed/destroyed/put on blast, apparently unperturbed by the fact that shade is something you sit in...
by JL Jacobs | May 23, 2018 | Poetry
Art: The Recruited Outtakes from Plastic People Series by Seigar, @jseigar EVERY WINDOW LEADS TO EDWARD HOPPER In my overheated apartment, I have on a red t-shirt that says One Word at a Time. I sit on a beige brocade couch, bare feet on woolen vines of my Chinese...
by JL Jacobs | May 21, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Textures Through a Window by John Timothy Robinson THE SHUTTERED HOUSE It’s mid-afternoon, but from somewhere, an owl hoots. Once overturned bikes were thrown down on the sidewalk by tow-haired twins dashing to the Good Humor truck for a cherry Bomb Pop or...
by JL Jacobs | May 21, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Foam by Çağrı Yılmaz, @resifdesign BLUE COMING Thylias Moss Poetry is connected to the body, part of my fingertips, just as blue as anything that ever was or will be blue– –blue that dye aspires to, true blue denied to any sapphire, Logan...
by JL Jacobs | May 18, 2018 | Poetry
Art: View of Small Village, Italy by Emma Sywyj WITH GREAT POWER Station a guard by my mouth to invigilate at the door of my lips; with all your strength withhold me from serrated words designed to incise, deployed against targets deserving or otherwise. ...
by JL Jacobs | May 11, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Nancy Shuler LET IT COME TO YOU Don’t coax. Don’t lurch forward, don’t throw logs across to reach it – it will disperse. Let it come like rain against your skin. Like a dog with a broken chain. Like wrappers tangled in the grass after spring’s first thaw. Don’t...
