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....
by JL Jacobs | Dec 1, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Jessie Hall, @catcrimson KIAMICHI RIVER DAM What draws us to its roar spewing the push of a hundred-year flood? Rowed plumes spray down to mist splash to eddies and swirls anglers in boats at safer distance casting lines for tailrace stripers swimming fin-to- fin...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Hanifa Queen, @hanifa_bboyart RED RIVER WRECK OF THE STEAMBOAT HEROINE A log took her down just south of Fort Towson. Passengers, crew and some cargo survived, the rest given up to silt. She missed the Civil War pickled pork and pine pitch salting the currents...
