Flowers Again

Winding down here on NaPoWriMo, I’ve been doing many poetry related things, which I will report on in time.  Here, my ongoing poem – Flowers, one poem for every shot of T I have taken so far.  That means I have over 570 flowers to write!

Flowers #34


in order to understand

 flowers                 we have to consider


we have to consider


the white flat background

a passage

an escalating sobriety —

Max Wolf Valerio, (c) April 24, 2014



Another Flower

Flowers #29

                       so we must stop dreaming with our eyes open                 and cast our lot with

                                                           muscle cars, with red balloons, with action heroes

                   the dreams must stop                  adrenaline

subsides as our glands retreat

                                                the old fashioned ligature slips


                                                                         — digging my way out of the small room I felt enclosed as the air expanded to blue color


                    doors-               opening                          a tent full of tears

Max Wolf Valerio (c) April 4, 2014



Flowers #28

Flowers # 28



          cool                   agents of hardcore                        trajectory annihilation

                                                                   angels        flow to entry and disappearance                     stiletto satin

floats white bird evaporation             blue steel

portraits bing  bang



Max Wolf Valerio (c) April 3, 2014





Flowers #24

Here’s a poem, first up for NaPoWriMo and part of the larger, “Flowers” series…


Flowers #24  


                         extinguish                   the mortal

                                                        petals                          —  longing

                                                                      for a life living             –beyond

                                                                this one            short as a dime

                                               held up by cones and           short rods

                                                                                         short at the shore


                                                                           the alabaster demon nude as language

                                                                           with hips that swivel



Max Wolf Valerio (c) April 1, 2014