by JL Jacobs | Dec 20, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Lady 1 from the Antique Series by David Rodriguez, @davidofficialclub THE WHITE CURTAIN pulled around you is immaculate as a field of snow, and has the same protective instinct. This could be temporary. White sky suggests a pause. A blank screen evokes omission....
by JL Jacobs | Dec 15, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Tropical Storm Clouds by Tobias Oggenfuss SMOKE Hazy in memory are the tendrils Bending like long-stemmed irises from My father’s cigarettes, billowing out In great clouds of white steam from Our fireplace at night, black and thick As a ship’s furnace in the red...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 11, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Tobias Staaf, @staaftobias AFFAIRE DE COEUR “So when did it begin?” she says, cocking a queer eye at me. Rubbing a fleshy ear, I say, “Does it matter?” The truth is I can’t say exactly when. The other truth, I’m thinking, is, “This is the beginning of the...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 8, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Vera Fonseka, @verafonsekaart LIKE MAGIC If I want to write a villanelle, I will. Even though its formal structure interrupts itself to interject a rhyme. It’s like a practiced magic trick—you’ll need a hat, a rabbit, a little goodwill. And if I want to spill my...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 6, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Vera Fonseka, @verafonsekaart IN DARKNESS Before moonrise, before the trail, before I begin the climb, I stop beside a dacha hovering at the shore and watch shadows cross Tomales Bay as the sun falls. Mud hens stitch paths on the water as frogs begin their litany...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 4, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Astrid Echle, @astridechle ELEPHANT SEAL I’m a barrel in the sea. I roll in joy—tide in, tide out, I land always where I go. I lap and clap my flippers up the day and down to smooth the edges, then slow back into cold, or slip heat into the air I share....
