by JL Jacobs | Sep 19, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Life emerges from the aquatic by Alex Duensing PLASTIC FROM CYBER WAVE RIDER get this, get that lines down pavement racing to tap, tap screens combat the green marine this techno flat mega corporate war with our selves, books vanishing from the glamour...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 17, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Wilson Creek 12 by John Gregory Brown THE WELL Someone always answers—even a recording. I have noticed how you deny perpetual motion. As if were not earth. Nor field around it. Yet, press the numbers. Dial the residence. Someone always answers—even a...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 24, 2018 | Poetry
Art: The Guy by Alex Duensing DNA POLLUTION IN THE TWENTY-SECOND CENTURY At Easter supper, I hacked up a storm cloud. With my smokestack throat choking Bryson sight over fish eyes on china plates, Charlie’s potato mouth proclaims he passed on his twenty-first century...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 23, 2018 | Fiction
Art: The Road by Alex Duensing THE PORTER Motherfucking cunt whore. Not tonight. Did I say that to myself or out loud? Does it matter? I’m alone during what I have come to call the Panic Hour: the purgatory that stretches from 3AM to 4AM. On any given night, if...
