by JL Jacobs | Feb 19, 2023 | Art, Poetry
Art: Painting Black Flags in the Cerebellum by Brett Stout poem for myself at 19 crow gets high on asaturday afternoon, laughsat the sound of christ’s voice,taste of mary’s tears says he will give you hischildrenbut not his addictions says...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 15, 2022 | Poetry
WEATHER REPORT Life in a fogbank isn’t so wrong. Picture stray fingerlike tendrils caressing the wisps of your hair, weaving the nest of a possible damp, gentle bird. Life in the gray and unfocused, rendered vague shades of art-school cinematography, leaves every edge...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 29, 2019 | Poetry
RETURNING AT HIGH SPEEDS Much faster—that’s why a picture is worth a thousand free falling peregrines. But what to do with wings with a weight 21 billion times that of the sun’s mass? Can you tell me more about what the damage is like? Wait—do you mean the...
