by JL Jacobs | Dec 1, 2021 | Art, Poetry
Art: En t’attenda by Nelly Sanchez Poetry in Motion Meander the morning after, rogue poet — irreverent, rotten, broken — like Jesus — detachable The writer behind will cut out — early Glued to current time she veers away...
by JL Jacobs | Sep 27, 2019 | Short Fiction
CRISPR-Cas9 “We’re such a primitive species, really. Aren’t we?” he said, licking his underarm hair. It was long and silky and red. “I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, distracted. She was depressing each spot on the baby with her thumb. Last month, the...
