by JL Jacobs | Oct 23, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Silver Lining by Andrew Flint Shipman WHERE THE WILD THINGS WERE I have mislaid shadows misplaced their sullen corners I have lost light swallowed dark’s debris Midnight’s razor fells dawn stricken in one rasp Nothing is still All – turned to stone...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 19, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Skyfuture by Jude Hotchkiss, @judehotch ABSTRACT CHILD We mourn for the abstract child as if she is possibly our own, wanting to go to her where she lives weightlessly in a monastery of trees calming her fever and uncertainty. Clouds furrow the brow of her sky,...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 18, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Excursion by D.M. Davis, @dmdavisart WOODLAND POND Stray ebb of night swirls black water from her in a meager grove of orange-leafed trees. She studies the bracken and reeds, looks past the embankment to figures standing in the distance; the man in the straw hat...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 17, 2017 | Poetry
Art: The Sculpture by Denny E. Marshall A MYSTIC VINE Fools fall in love because there is no other way to go about it. All the bending and twisting and angling that must occur is a fool’s errand at best. In a decade or two they will each wonder who was the greater...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 13, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Olivier Fonteau, @olivierfonteau.art. ARROWHEADS You asked me, my poet friend, why my lines Are arrowheads. Well, I’m from the tropics Where the Tainos left their skulls filled With maggots at the entrances of mines. Their arrows were poems written in the...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 12, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Olivier Fonteau, @olivierfonteau.art SAND I’ve searched for my father’s face in the sand. You raised your left arm. A fine veil of golden Sand on your forearm. You smiled, and sang A song about stones & bones, or bony like stones. You moved. A cascade of sand...
