by JL Jacobs | Jul 20, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Jelly Fish by Julia Hadrich FROM SLIEVE DONARD Out here, in the highlands, the poorest earth, at the end of learning, the earth eats itself, snug in its rot and the ravens nest unruffled by the winds. But you, you yell at the hills, scream your surrender, knowing...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 18, 2018 | Poetry
Art: My Edinburgh IX from Plastic People Series by Seigar, @jseigar BLOODLESS About the author: Jessu John is a writer currently based in Bangalore, India. She’s working to complete a first collection of poems. Her poetry has featured in The Stinging Fly, Magma...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 16, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Teal Sea Hawk from Sea Hawk Series by Mick Ó Seasnáin IF ONLY THE SWAN (Lugano) Dusk comes early to a lake encircled by five mountains. A solitary swan stands at the end of the pier that seems to lead nowhere as the fog rolls in and cuts off its...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 13, 2018 | Poetry
Art: My Nuclear Paris by Adam De Ville 41 SHADES OF BLUE* When you peered through sun-stained dust through a window across an alley through another’s glass into someone-else’s smallness when you stared into —— what when you turned towards —— climbed to where –...
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...
