June Junkie

Eminence fully flowered,

orange and teal, yet still has a power,

as slot canyons and skies that cover June

Lilium asiatic double you,

a mystery, the many eyes—

in love—with sweet stirrings of you

Belladonna rose in offense,

in a stream of earthly moans—

sedation and sudden seduction,

towering over a wince

And the orange star laughs,

as the bees descend

Collaborative poems

Effulgent Crucibles in the Night

Havoc and Consequence


In dimensions, twilight ash
And comets of agate blues,
Body language that gives away clues.
Hold the sun down, quietly untie these eyes.
Fill these lungs with a vividness of spirit metal petals

We — the crucibles of change,
Pillows of basalt.
Tiny remnants of dinosaur bones.
Suffering into existence.
The remains of relentless urges,
Floating in our eyes and
Flowing in our mouths.

Breathe and speak no more.
As the solar flowers bloom in our veins.
Suffocating these dreams into blue.
As magic spun stars speak to us in silence.
Alchemy—taking us to the end of time.

A desire for, love

Her name felt save in his mouth

Her name felt save in his mouth

Sliding down that mossy sink of darkness;
Where the moonmilk seeps above his head
And drops like sugary moonbeams down
His Irish skin

No mirrors, to reflect his cocooned crystals
Only pitch black shape-shifters,
In the misty middle rock

As a memory of indigo burnings surfaces,
And his exuberance is unleashed
He swims over luminescent calcite flowers,
And splashs in the pale, pearly thoughts,
Of how the way she’ll let him in

By a passage of mystical beauty,
Growing from tension, compression, and bubbles that crowds…
Yielding softly overhead,
To his language of love
And burrowing down into that wide mouth
Of security and curiosity

     Photograph: Ryan McGinley


utopia – dVerse Poetics


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Written for dVerse poetics hosted by Amaya – I decided to go fluffy on this prompt, visit the pub for other poetic Utopias.

My version of Utopia – includes my favourites – Snow and Europa 

in the basement of self ruin
welcome, we sip dandelion tea
let’s string words on a marigold
sit and lean against the cold

deep inside the rooted hills
hollow out a stool or three
prepare a fresh batch of dreams
please sugar coat its seams

we wait for the enshrined mauve
sweet and fair Europa maiden
to join our merry band
and then we are complete

in the warmth of our make believe
I’d share my blanket of Snow
you’d bring the cut glass urn
as she spins diamonds off Saturn

and when this Utopian day is over
our minds like an avenoir
will slide into brown sugar lumps
and find peace in…

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