by JL Jacobs | Apr 25, 2018 | Poetry
Art: William Zuback, @williamzubackphotographs STILL LIFE—BLUE BOTTLES AND TANGERINE The bottles are quiet, not like buzzing flies we swat without stopping to see the iridescent sheen of their wings. A tangerine’s skin has pores unlike the smoothness of glass....
by JL Jacobs | Apr 23, 2018 | Poetry
Art: War by Karen Nielsen, @karennielsen13 MY COUNTRY TIS You are the diners of the ’20s, pre-fab, fit into railroad cars or trucks, parked on any street of you, America. You are the glass carousels of cakes, the Napoleons leaking custard, the Boston creams of...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 20, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Fabrice Poussin A CRISIS OF FAITH A woman shall be silent in church. She shall be submissive to her husband. Her skirt shall be no more than two inches above the knee. We girls stood in neat rows and held sour lemon drops of shame on our tongues. At day’s...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 18, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Fish in Open Currents by Tobias Oggenfuss SPRING Spring is a tomboy all done up, an amazon and a unicorn intertwined, the reward after winter’s test, a fragile beauty in the end. About the author: Karol Nielsen is author of the memoir, Black Elephants (Bison...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 13, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Journey Within by Carolyn O’Neill, @carolynoneillartist AN INSECT’S DREAM OF HONEST CONCRETE So often there are blocks that give way to the arachnidian spires of wind-up basilicas and stretchered nuns who cry out pantomime Italian, Questo è tutto per...
by JL Jacobs | Apr 9, 2018 | Poetry
Art: État de transe sur Champs-Élysées, Publicis Drugstore, Paris 8 by Bore’ Ivanoff A SERIES OF POEMS I an earth that is not ours grows with no hair and requires a wig made of refrigerators to keep cool when the sun misses its curling iron if we beg for more...
