by JL Jacobs | Mar 17, 2021 | Art, Poetry
Art by: Cyril Larvor Red Rock, Salvation Honey pot cosmos, killer bee missiles writing a poetics of space on wet-flecked tongues— do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior? In Illinois, a statue of the Blessed...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 4, 2021 | Art, Fiction
Art: Cryil Larvor LOVE BY DISTRACTION by Norbert Kovacs The man likes the other woman as much as he does his wife. He smiles over it when he buys his lover flowers as a surprise. He sets the bouquet in a vase in her apartment before they go make...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 14, 2021 | Art, Poetry
Art by: Cyril Larvor ouroboros vapour lulls thensmashes sparksof colourfrom the grey lightning untamedfor a timeis bornmature and dead before it drips thisstorm will wellbefore it wailsbefore it dries before the calma debt is tornfrom weary restso forward, back ...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 26, 2020 | Short Fiction
Cutting The grass grows so fast with all the rain. Seemingly depthless pools sit inside hollow trunks. It is early Saturday morning, and the mower, in some way elementary, roars, wets leaves, and allows a feeling another kind of quietness. What remains is an innate...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 2, 2020 | Short Fiction
On Becoming French Okies “French” invokes Paris, Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame Cathedral, fine cuisine and wine. But there are other places where “French” has fostered for centuries. With name like “Boudreau” and my wife, Dorothy, maiden name being “Cottreau” and both...
