by JL Jacobs | Jan 10, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Your silence speaks to me by Riikka Fransila, @vintageart_originals A DAY TRIP HOME He pulled carrots up out of the earth. The sound of roots letting go— vibrant in the still afternoon. Soil lifting with roots, some thick—some fine as hair. A sort of placenta....
by JL Jacobs | Oct 2, 2017 | Poetry
Art: Do you know what your neighbor did last night by Riikka Fransila, @vintageart_originals GLUXOXGLUXOXGLUXOXGLUXOXGLUXOX I was at an intersection of historic proportions (it had appeared in three sci-fi novels I had read at three different times in my...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “My Bowl is Full” by Riikka Fransila KABUKI LESSONS Japanese praise role-playing above all else. If the teacher acts like a teacher, and looks like a teacher, he is deemed to be a teacher. Dress the part. Polish your shoes. Students take their cue...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Too Tired to Function” by Riikka Fransila HUMPTY DUMPTY The young, rich and poor, think Nintendo is superior to the Sistine Chapel. They admire Steve Jobs more than Michelangelo. If not that, then they are judged equally as artists, as creative...
by JL Jacobs | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry
Art: “Great Wall and Mushroom Clouds, Run, Baby, Run” by Riikka Fransila THE ROTTWEILER NEXT DOOR The Rottweiler next door killed my wife’s pink Chihuahua, but spat out one ear. We planted its ear in our flower bed next to the foxgloves under 3 inches of...
