by JL Jacobs | Dec 16, 2019 | Poetry
Child Under the Armor A gentle hand through the drapes as the rains of August drown the memories into a sea of sweet waves gratifying as a divine nectar the doors part with a soft hope-carrying breath. Peeking in with the care of a cat-burglar in a mausoleum...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 9, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Follow the Light by Fabrice Poussin The Sun We built a nest of books and blocks and threw the windows wide. In the yard beyond the wall that holds the street at bay, in an overhang of oleander, the sun, its orange banner waving, calls her out to...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 4, 2019 | Poetry
The Chariot of Roland 1. From the side of the highway with his one good hand to shade his eyes, Roland swings his legs off the bike, nudges the kickstand with his toes. He spins the sun in the heavy spokes hoping it will spark against the flint, light the city aflame...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 19, 2019 | Short Fiction
Art: Focused by Fabrice Poussin IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED In 1958, or maybe 1959, Daddy put me in the cab of his dented pickup. We drove to KEY-T TV studios in Santa Barbara so I could meet my grandfather. Daddy had grown up an only child, raised by his mother, and had...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 4, 2018 | Poetry
Art: There I can be free by Guy Geva BLACK OUT Precious moment at midday when all stops, home for fuel for beast and boy, a privilege to play with the big ones, and feast with them. August has been a scorcher, and makes no apology for the sunburn on an exposed...
