Justin-Paul Starlin
Justin-Paul Starlin is a poet/writer from Southern California; he has been passionate about writing for the last decade, and his work has been published in Havik Journal 2020, Strange Horizons and in Wingless Dreamer.
“Saturn,” “One” and “Cemetery Walled”
As another moonlight saunters
on inlets,
let’s agree Saturn can set:
the moons will use its rings as a table,
and as euphoric as their blurry mind
can be like
MDMA intoxication.
on inlets,
let’s agree Saturn can set:
the moons will use its rings as a table,
and as euphoric as their blurry mind
can be like
MDMA intoxication.
Poetry
Issue 47, March 2021
Issues Archive
“Demure,” “My Ode to Lovecraft and Dickinson” and “Tomorrow Isn’t All We’ve Ever Known”
The rumors ever forever true
our tombs and fate entwine
the looming absinthe pearl
we’re hardwired nigh plagued
the minds of the masses now jaded
plugging the hole as crevices swirl
one day we’ll displace
likened to lemmings to gorges
our tombs and fate entwine
the looming absinthe pearl
we’re hardwired nigh plagued
the minds of the masses now jaded
plugging the hole as crevices swirl
one day we’ll displace
likened to lemmings to gorges
Poetry
Issue 43, November 2020
Issues Archive
Justin-Paul Starlin
Justin-Paul Starlin is a poet/writer from Southern California; he has been passionate about writing for the last decade, and his work has been published in Havik Journal 2020, Strange Horizons and in Wingless Dreamer.
“Saturn,” “One” and “Cemetery Walled”
As another moonlight saunters
on inlets,
let’s agree Saturn can set:
the moons will use its rings as a table,
and as euphoric as their blurry mind
can be like
MDMA intoxication.
on inlets,
let’s agree Saturn can set:
the moons will use its rings as a table,
and as euphoric as their blurry mind
can be like
MDMA intoxication.
Poetry
Issue 47, March 2021
Issues Archive
“Demure,” “My Ode to Lovecraft and Dickinson” and “Tomorrow Isn’t All We’ve Ever Known”
The rumors ever forever true
our tombs and fate entwine
the looming absinthe pearl
we’re hardwired nigh plagued
the minds of the masses now jaded
plugging the hole as crevices swirl
one day we’ll displace
likened to lemmings to gorges
our tombs and fate entwine
the looming absinthe pearl
we’re hardwired nigh plagued
the minds of the masses now jaded
plugging the hole as crevices swirl
one day we’ll displace
likened to lemmings to gorges
Poetry
Issue 43, November 2020
Issues Archive