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...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 23, 2019 | Short Fiction
Stardust “It’s time.” “Now?” “Yes. You better come now… today… as soon as you can.” It’s Clara. My sister’s voice is unusually soft, unstable. On the plane, the sun has already set and it’s a dark clear night. From my window seat I gaze down at the...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 8, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Abstract by Alex Duensing FROM THE TEACHER Whatever it has been said we’ve been, those words shall be shifted in the hearts of others– as the bread of our days may be only as it’s always been: the nourishment of others; when they recollect us, they but...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 14, 2019 | Poetry
Art: AI Epiphany by Alex Duensing A VISION “What then is life?” I cried— —P. B. Shelley The Triumph of Life (broken off final line) A cross. A mirror. Not much else—silver gray light. Half a face—mine, stranded under bulbs too bright for this room. The cross is a...
