Wide-Mouthed Jack

We open up on Wolfies's wife, and her sad, string-tugging tale, of her fine, old husband¬†cut stone dead, of babes to feed and bills in the mail. And Wide-mouthed Jack¬†catches all those tears, counting the figures on his glinting fingers, while the watchers wait impatiently, talking about trash and half-done singers. Enter now the Little... Continue Reading →

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