by JL Jacobs | Dec 20, 2019 | Short Fiction
The City Song of Lucy Brown Black tires rolling. Bus almost empty. Nobody much to mind my singing – just singing a little song. Singing a little steam song about sweet fish, white rice, Marcene’s pineapple sauce. Just singing my song – don’t pay any mind,...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 13, 2019 | Poetry
GHOSTS OF YOU Today a man stood next to me he reminded me of you the cigarettes cough limp tattoos attitude observed him too good for too long enkindling ghosts of you and after het talked to himself for a good length of time I remember...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 6, 2019 | Poetry
OFFER FROM DADA Pears picked from the tree safely according to the SAFE! online safety act of the new sun also calling for SAFE! roads, SAFE! drivers, SAFE! vehicles. SAFE! news. No speaking in dispraise of Dada. Only Dada may do so nonsensically syncing anonymously...
by JL Jacobs | Oct 21, 2019 | Poetry
A River We Call Snake “A river we call Snake….” “Because it winds?” “Because it coils and strikes ─ Because it is a viper Even in summer when its small islands are sequins its fangs ─ only folded Behind them...
by JL Jacobs | Jul 6, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Thomas Kräher, @tkraeher. OH, HONEY I read once that every fig Swallows a wasp whole— Digests it with juice, Dissolves it into sweetness, Makes seeds from its wings. My husband’s mother speaks Of salt water marshes, Snakes living in crawl spaces, Old figs...
