by JL Jacobs | Jun 10, 2020 | Art, Short Fiction
It’s Death That Brings us Spring It’s late December at Tule Lake, in Northern California, near the Oregon border. We hunt quail and cottontail. All morning we fight crossfire snow against its attempt of immutability. This is the day I will discover that...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 10, 2020 | Poetry
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by JL Jacobs | Jan 22, 2020 | Poetry
Haggard She was waiting for me at the gate. She led me into the cellar and tried to open my eyes. My little sister, who had died a few hours after my grandmother, lay in the arms of a female marble. She whispered in ears, ...
by JL Jacobs | May 29, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Feux d Artifice sur Canal Saint-Martin, Paris by Boré Ivanoff GAMBLING THE AISLE An arm length this uproar from the sea in an urgent need of an operation, crabs climb out and at first glance seeming the ruddy attendants to modify the then-yellow lacquer, their...
by JL Jacobs | May 24, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Conflicted by Robert Ferrier NO SPACE, NO TIME Face it. The distance dissolves from Tom Jones to Tiago Hannah, the sun is cold & wet in Mopti. To bring about its areas such as Cape West in the offing, a request for the location, the basic values are its...
