by JL Jacobs | Oct 26, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Transformation (drypoint etch from the Primordial Geology edition of nine) by John Timothy Robinson CORMORANT The cormorant inside my head peers at the one in my heart. It shakes its beak, gestures with its wings that it’s time to open, to fly. The...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 5, 2018 | Short Fiction
Art: Color Field: Violet, Blue, Black, Red, Orange and Purple by John Timothy Robinson A GRAVE MADE OF HOPES In a bleached white field made of dead hopes, I dig my own grave. My arms move with a mechanical methodicalness, the up-down movement of the shovel almost...
