by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Maximilian Rau THE ACCIDENT Didn’t you see me coming? No, I didn’t. The adrenalin pumping through our wild and open veins the body quick to take care of itself the mind left on its own. No, I didn’t see you coming, going through the light to make my turn leaving...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Heavy Rain” by Joe Papagoda FIELD NOTES Winter morning. The living room. My daughter, home for a couple of weeks. Me, full of unspoken questions about her life elsewhere. Suddenly, we hear something slam into the picture window. My daughter rushes...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “The Blue Rigi, Sunrise 1842” by J. M. W. Turner TURNER IN HIS STUDIO Imagine his effort to be present, the years he spent training hand and eye to the qualia. How many times and with what determination did he tear himself from warm beds, grab...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “My Bowl is Full” by Riikka Fransila KABUKI LESSONS Japanese praise role-playing above all else. If the teacher acts like a teacher, and looks like a teacher, he is deemed to be a teacher. Dress the part. Polish your shoes. Students take their cue...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Too Tired to Function” by Riikka Fransila HUMPTY DUMPTY The young, rich and poor, think Nintendo is superior to the Sistine Chapel. They admire Steve Jobs more than Michelangelo. If not that, then they are judged equally as artists, as creative...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Great Wall and Mushroom Clouds, Run, Baby, Run” by Riikka Fransila THE ROTTWEILER NEXT DOOR The Rottweiler next door killed my wife’s pink Chihuahua, but spat out one ear. We planted its ear in our flower bed next to the foxgloves under 3 inches of...
