by JL Jacobs | Sep 1, 2021 | Art, Poetry
Art by: Alex Duensing Emergent poem for what we was– “L” remains for apples: lovely apples… but will you remember: longing for that train named “bliss” and watching it go by? pause a moment to think and blink if you’d like to be… still in...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 23, 2019 | Poetry
grandfather for a betta fish your gaze swims out to nothing. I watch from the other side as your body shimmers cerulean behind the plastic pane of the tank, caudal and ventral waving behind you. Cortázar once took our cousin’s place in the water but I cannot see from...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 11, 2019 | Poetry
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by JL Jacobs | Oct 7, 2019 | Short Fiction
So Good, All of You –Like the dirt around me, we love you. McBride/Thikbot You always remind me, plurally, of music. I hear. However. Cannot express. And of. A. Beautiful sadness. Some odd error of dusk. That is. The same. To me. Like. An assistant. Of Sorts....
by JL Jacobs | Sep 2, 2019 | Poetry
The Lovers 1. You’re twenty-two, kneeling in front of a bookshelf. Albums lean drunkenly over each other, mingle, flirt. And the novels, heavy from too much ink, give way to them. I barely recognize you, blackhaired and smirking. That T-shirt from a street vendor says...
