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...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 24, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Reunion” by Maria Wolfram, @maria.wolfram THERE IS A ROAD “Jane Crofut; The Crofut Farm; Grover’s Corners; Sutton County; New Hampshire; United States of America; Continent of North America; Western Hemisphere; the Earth; the Solar System; the...
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...
