by JL Jacobs | Feb 16, 2022 | Art, Poetry
Pontchartrain by John Gregory Brown Lost in Translations When I plunge into the water, velcro lungs humand the island quivers all the way to Etna. Three yearsof gentle slumber later, the volcano coughs fistfuls of ashthat glide into the...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 27, 2022 | Art, Article
Art: Untitled by John Gregory Brown Latinx Storytelling: Deserving of Far More Intersectionality than Brown Cartoon Characters When I was five years old, on any given day, after school you could find me plastered in front of the living room television,...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 7, 2019 | Short Fiction
So Good, All of You –Like the dirt around me, we love you. McBride/Thikbot You always remind me, plurally, of music. I hear. However. Cannot express. And of. A. Beautiful sadness. Some odd error of dusk. That is. The same. To me. Like. An assistant. Of Sorts....
by JL Jacobs | Sep 6, 2019 | Poetry
Augury for Spring it’s december, and the leaves push through the branches, insistent, verdant. in a dream, I mistake you for your cousin, but somehow softer— softer is the wrong word, gentle maybe or kind. or maybe true? my hands are...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 17, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Wilson Creek 12 by John Gregory Brown THE WELL Someone always answers—even a recording. I have noticed how you deny perpetual motion. As if were not earth. Nor field around it. Yet, press the numbers. Dial the residence. Someone always answers—even a...
