by JL Jacobs | Sep 26, 2017 | Audio, Poetry
Art: Foam by Çağrı Yılmaz, @resifdesign BLUE COMING Thylias Moss Poetry is connected to the body, part of my fingertips, just as blue as anything that ever was or will be blue– –blue that dye aspires to, true blue denied to any sapphire, Logan...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 24, 2017 | Poetry, Poetry and Article, Rivera
Art: Nathalie von Arx fuckinmuse: a journey into collaboration (therefore, also into a True Love story in Love Jungle)1 Thylias Moss Emily Dickinson had her Thomas Wentworth Higginson, and I have my Thomas Robert Higginson2, a man, poet himself, who became my muse. In...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 18, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Camille Lewis, @camilleannise SUMMARY Why does your salt weigh so conscionably on my chest—why, why was our season preempted by another rerun of a summer; can we now catch and save it, and if so, will we use motion-capture tech, so we won’t even need to put...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 18, 2017 | Art, Poetry
Art: “The Ocean Odyssey” by Joe Papagoda, @papagoda IN TRANSIT: MONOCHROME STUDY (mixed media) A shepherd cedes ground to cottages within the bracken Wild geese flesh the sky and the sea – whispers names salts our wounds speaks to the dead Days...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Martin Nature Park Tree” by Robert Ferrier MARTIN NATURE PARK TREE TRUNK After we crept to the bird wall poked our lenses through portals and stole the souls of wrens after we snapped the snapping turtles their necks stretched high and frozen as if...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Martha Winterhalter, @marthawinterhalter HER PORCELAIN SKIN I can’t believe you are here— her first words to me, the first day of the last days, looking up from the bed that swallowed her. Words I keep coming back to. Couldn’t believe I would come? But...
