NEW in Deluge NO. 12 - Pajama Bottoms for Flying Ghosts of the Underworld by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain
"but it wasn't it wasright here in my room with mea ghost a forefather a surprisedescant of the eyesmoving through a chipped decanter.
I wasn't sure whether or not
to take the stopper offand where to pour the contents.Maybe they would slink themselvesout of the chips, slowly climb upto the ceiling and drip themselves down.
Maybe the bottle would fling itself against
the mirror and allow someone or something else
to crack out of that broken glass."
within j/j hastain and I's poem, "Pajama Bottoms for Flying Ghosts of the Underworld", which I am delighted to have appearing in Deluge NO. 12!read more HERE - http://www.radioactivemoat.com/juliet-cook--jj-hastain.html
I wasn't sure whether or not
to take the stopper offand where to pour the contents.Maybe they would slink themselvesout of the chips, slowly climb upto the ceiling and drip themselves down.
Maybe the bottle would fling itself against
the mirror and allow someone or something else
to crack out of that broken glass."
within j/j hastain and I's poem, "Pajama Bottoms for Flying Ghosts of the Underworld", which I am delighted to have appearing in Deluge NO. 12!read more HERE - http://www.radioactivemoat.com/juliet-cook--jj-hastain.html
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