escarpment

jejune July

June is done gone (as is Bloomsday of course), there are no Jesuits around to jury-rig contextually ::chuckle::, and Joyce is but a dim memory in latent literary space.

But this post - stemming from its jujubee of a title - is a random plethora of generated alliterative J-sounds... just because.

I remember a couple of long-ago TFR blog posts on the same notion:


[ Crow... moon... sign... ]