by JL Jacobs | Apr 22, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Trinket by Nancy Shuler FROG, YANGSHENG (LIFE NURTURING) & WEIXIN (WECHAT) I was video-chatting with my mom On my iPad when I heard a loud call From a handsome frog. Not to disturb My night owl son still busy dreaming Against noon light, I locked himself out...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 11, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Red River Bridge by Nancy Shuler IN THE CLOCK ROOM AT THE RAILROAD MUSEUM Tinkering tick-tockers all: These are history’s duplicitous faces. These are Observer, Arcade No. 1, Lobby Clock, once proud to condescend every train. And these old teachers,...
by JL Jacobs | Feb 22, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Snow by Nancy Shuler TURNING I was out of the light . . .-Brian Wilson- Already I can feel the red-veined maples pulsing into end-of-life, sun-dressed aspens rust-gold, white willow catkins, winter-wind’s first kiss passing through the blue spruce, firs, pine...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 28, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Ice Storm by Nancy Shuler THE END OF A MOMENT In a breath, it ends. Just like that, gone. You watch it slip away, eyes wide, a lone tear streaking down your cheek. You raise a hand, as if to catch it, as if all you have to do is touch it and you will feel it...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 23, 2019 | Poetry
Art: Nancy Shuler THE APOLLO NATIONAL PARK Earth-laden oceans burn his eyes blue as an employee blinks to regain his place before the customers-in-waiting who file like bugs into body-crevice security. A glass case encompasses Armstrong’s first footprint, serenity...
