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Rip Tide

April 19, 2020 JimJepps 0

Hope kills us all. It is jagged, unreal flotsam, slipping through our hands. Sinking, these black gulps of salt water consume us. Someone must come. […]

poem six

April 18, 2020 JimJepps 0

how many how many how many how heavy how long how often it seems that quantifiable data the sexual statisticians’ obsession gains greater credence these […]

The Sunac

April 6, 2020 JimJepps 0

The Sunac could neither see nor hear, they had no need to. Their language had always been touch. Face to face, tangled fingers, they would […]

Joe’s Send Off

April 5, 2020 JimJepps 0

The wake was still in full swing hours after they should have closed up. Seventies pop and disco lights accompanied distant vomiting and the smell […]