saw Montreal’s hair at night
a glowing angelfish trapped in a hook of light
cities: scattered deep-sea shapes
all tendrils wrapped in foggy tissue
pulsing firefly glow of cars
flew farther, above Saint-Jean, Drummondville,
Sherbrooke.
deeper into the black after Sept-Iles
the ocean opened
her midnight maw;
deep below
leviathans hunt flesh
those beasts as big as cities
swallowing all the creatures
of luminescent blood
(Tipton Poetry Journal #7... #8 is out right now, wherein you can read cool stuff like this)
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All right, party people, I know you want pictures of the book launch party. We only got two. We were busy throwing the party, you see.
If you guys got any pictures, or want to tell any stories, now's your chance. Drop a comment below. Tell me where to see pictures.
I had never played Rockband before that moment in time. I am Kurt Cobain in a suit. 'Twas most fun.
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