by JL Jacobs | Nov 15, 2019 | Poetry
A portrait of the artist as an artist When I first wake, the bed is already in the other room. A streetcar. A candle falls into the fire. In the next dream, a trestle bridge does nothing. The stream is at the lowest part of the valley. Après une petit-dejeuner, je...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 11, 2019 | Poetry
A portrait of a vase on a table The moon in the wall, in the park, dusty is crooked. Then a picture of a nail in the wall, a chair covered leg, crooked ducks. A hat is too weeds, too weeds all along the growing wall. A day in the corner of the attic so alley, we...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 4, 2019 | Poetry
Fine rhythms To feathers flow slow difficult three few select. The word ground few book slow. Most part possible float, few word slow book. Fine windows through, the next part elm finess. Bird call maps the frame difficult. Three. Particles. Few word. ...
