by JL Jacobs | Jan 28, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Ice Storm by Nancy Shuler THE END OF A MOMENT In a breath, it ends. Just like that, gone. You watch it slip away, eyes wide, a lone tear streaking down your cheek. You raise a hand, as if to catch it, as if all you have to do is touch it and you will feel it...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 5, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Color Field: Violet, Blue, Black, Red, Orange and Purple by John Timothy Robinson A GRAVE MADE OF HOPES In a bleached white field made of dead hopes, I dig my own grave. My arms move with a mechanical methodicalness, the up-down movement of the shovel almost...
