by JL Jacobs | Oct 3, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Reflections” by David Conison, @panopticonison WHO AUTHORIZED YOU TO BE HERE? “Who authorized you to be here?” a yappy dog on the street suddenly asks forsaking yappinesss for a little clear-voiced enunciation. “Who authorized you to be here?” the...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 2, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Do you know what your neighbor did last night by Riikka Fransila, @vintageart_originals GLUXOXGLUXOXGLUXOXGLUXOXGLUXOX I was at an intersection of historic proportions (it had appeared in three sci-fi novels I had read at three different times in my...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 30, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Marie Dashkova, @melodyphoto THE TACTICAL UNIT’S SHARPSHOOTER MISSES HIS FIRST SHOT BUT NOT HIS SECOND Darkness obscures everything even my once luminous dreams, the man waving the gun above his head says as if reciting a poem to an audience of Martians. He...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Hollywood Light in a Brooklyn Alley” by David Conison, @panopticonison A DISTANT PLANET FULL OF WALLS AND WORDS FOR WALLS The Earthling traveled to a distant planet full of walls a rather long interplanetary journey but it was a slow life and worth...
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...
