by JL Jacobs | May 12, 2021 | Photography, Poetry
Art: Loner by Fabrice Poussin I Have No Mind I have no mind-country to be in I have no rescue dog and evening reminiscences I have no eyes that tell me about times spent whiling away I have, but only docile cages in pursuit of fathers and...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 24, 2021 | Art
Art: Who Knows by Fabrice B. Poussin About the author: Bob McAfee Writing for a quarter century but just recently self-publishing: “Book 1 Mysteries / New Poems by Bob McAfee” 2017 “Book 2 Enchantments / New Poems by Bob McAfee” 2018 “Book 3 Caprices /...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 18, 2021 | Photography, Poetry
Art: Coy by Fabrice B. Poussin What I Am I am a pit bull, a snog growler, a groundAnd pound puppy, nobody’s sleeping beauty, Nobody’s bamboo mirror, no whirligigFlapping on a rooftop, I am the hair atop Old Baldy, Douglas fir erect as...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 29, 2020 | Poetry
Bride of Christ Nobody lives forever. Miss Hooker said so and she’s my Sunday School teacher so there it is, I guess–the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God. But, she says, I have one chance to live forever even though...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 20, 2020 | Fiction
Anna disappeared slowly and then all at once. A gradual slipping away, the sort of which that when her neighbors and friends finally noticed, they couldn’t say exactly when they had last seen her. It had started with her divorce from Smith — that was his...
