by JL Jacobs | Jul 11, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Robert Ferrier KICK IT OLD SCHOOL ‘87 an island summer of sexually ripe worship. The days began at my old school, with waves of full-length prostrations in the room provided to me as student guide to a poetry conference. June, post semester. In a ‘50s-era dorm,...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 6, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Thomas Kräher, @tkraeher. OH, HONEY I read once that every fig Swallows a wasp whole— Digests it with juice, Dissolves it into sweetness, Makes seeds from its wings. My husband’s mother speaks Of salt water marshes, Snakes living in crawl spaces, Old figs...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 4, 2018 | Poetry
Art: There I can be free by Guy Geva BLACK OUT Precious moment at midday when all stops, home for fuel for beast and boy, a privilege to play with the big ones, and feast with them. August has been a scorcher, and makes no apology for the sunburn on an exposed...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 2, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Her by Rebecca Weaver, @_legsweaver_ THE GOOD SUMMER My hands nicked by thorns are stained by fruit from a bramble. These hands are fluent in sadness. But today the air whispers against my skin in an unfamiliar language. Remember when the shadows sliced their...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 29, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Optical Delusions by Gavin Mayhew HAPPY PLANET Our orb, unsolitary yet singular, orbits and tilts amid the cosmos’ coruscating spectacle, a turbid backdrop of coiled galaxies and phantasmal nebulae concealing answers to queries unfathomable. Any...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 25, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Fae Waters by Aleah Fitzwater WELL SEEN Shutter blades nictate for a fraction of a second to capture the stelliform aura emitted by midday’s orb, though the artiste (partnering with light) prefers shooting at dawn or dusk when soft glows allow images...
