My books now available in Denver, CO

DENVER, copies of my books Travel By Haiku and Fire. Sun. Salutation. are now available from Kilgore Books and Mutiny Information Cafe. Stop by and support these local communities! You won’t be disappointed.

Not in Denver? Try the links below to find a location near you where you can grab one of my books and help out a local bookstore. You can also read excerpts, see live performances, and read reviews at the following links

Fire. Sun. Salutation. –>  http://bit.ly/FireSunSalutation

Travel By Haiku –>  http://bit.ly/TravelByHaiku

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Live video of “The Orgone Wurlitzer”

THE ORGONE WURLITZER by Marshall James Kavanaugh
Here’s an erotic ode to Damien Hirst. It comes straight out of the psychedelia-infused romp, Fire. Sun. Salutation. This live reading is from the book release party at The Random Tea Room in Philadelphia last April.

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An excerpt from Fire. Sun. Salutation. – Sand Full of Friction



Here is another excerpt from my new book Fire. Sun. Salutation.

Order your copy today on Amazon! or if you live in Philadelphia, you can grab a copy from The Random Tea Room & Curiosity Shop (713 n. 4th street, Philadelphia 19123)

from the story “Sand Full of Friction”: 

The sun divides into two and then four and multiplies until the full sky is full of its ecstatic light. His naked body impure under its brilliance. The tar melting now sweating and dripping down his sides becoming one with the earth beneath his toes hardening forming a dead sea’s bedrock. He takes one step and then another and begins to walk again on into the desert surrounded by only irresolution.

From the haze enters a female figure sand blowing in every which way as her belly shakes side to side in a roundabout way possibly pregnant bringing life with her every swagger. Tip toeing now he moves closer until he is just behind her upon her he reaches out to touch her to see if she is real but her movements are too rapid and with each reaching of his hand he stumbles as she pivots away. She turns to him now her full breasts levitating in a magnificent way above her midline holding up her heart beneath gold glitter and rubies hanging scarlet around her thin neck. Her hair is long and it traces her buttocks as her hips gesticulate widely and he imagines only briefly the fuck.

To finish the story you’ll need to grab a copy for yourself. Fire. Sun. Salutation. is available now! It is a collection of 9 short stories of psychedelic erotica. Grab a copy today! tinyurl.com/FireSunSalutation

Happy International Women’s Day!

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ah…that glorious divine feminine.

“She is the
. . . . . MOON,
the SUN,
. . . and the EARTH
on which I call home.

My grounding below pushing me forward
and the glorious
guide above
leading me
through
. . . . . . . . DAY and NIGHT.”

. . .
. .
.

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An excerpt from Fire. Sun. Salutation. – Fire Breather, Beach Sun

An excerpt from my new novel Fire. Sun. Salutation
Get your copy today on Amazon.com: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Fire-Sun-Salutation-collection-transformations/dp/0692362762
or if you live in Philadelphia, copies are available from the Random Tea Room (located at 713 n. 4th street)

from the story “Fire Breather, Beach Sun”:
Joe Cockren raises his right thumb to Neil Redrun’s right ear and flicks it. Underneath his sunglasses Neil wakes only slightly disturbed. The green smoke from the last joint still settling onto the golden sand. His towel creates a pillow for the crown of his beach bum head. The girls giggle as the boys wrestle and dig a hole with the force of their motions topsy turvey acrobatting out into the ocean and tossing one another into the waves drowning only slightly in order to wash the sweat from their brows coming up for air in a panic that seems worse than it actually is.

Maja Ra is radiant. Her tan breasts supple in the end of summer sun pushing back against the light as they raise themselves to heaven. Adele Catchlight is less adorned but her calm beauty feels au naturale against the serene backlight of the blue sky.

Joe kicks sand into the air as he walks back to the encampment. He shakes the water out of his hair and off his muscular back onto the girls causing them to stir as they smile up at him standing there in his blue green bathing trunks with arms outstretched taking in the sun. “What are we going to eat,” he says. “I got the munchies and the beer isn’t enough to contain them.” He dives onto Maja and rubs his sandy chin into her breasts as she laughs and wraps her arms around him pulling at and straightening his red-blonde hair. She lays back and he picks her up with one arm walking her out towards the sea her arms draped back fingers drawing a line in the sand mapping out his conquest.

To finish the story you’ll have to grab a copy for yourself. Fire. Sun. Salutation. is available now! It is a collection of 9 short stories of erotic surreal splendor. You won’t be disappointed!

An excerpt from Fire. Sun. Salutation. – A Midsummer Day’s Dream

An excerpt from my new book Fire. Sun. Salutation
Get your copy today on Amazon here: http://www.amazon.com/Fire-Sun-Salutation-collection-transformations/dp/0692362762

from the story “A Midsummer Day’s Dream”:

The cold waves of the lake reflect softly in the snow as the sun peaks out behind several clouds roasting the leaves on the trees to turn yellow green under pressure of draught. The snow falls without too much hesitancy and as it settles it turns the white tundra into a puddle of milky resolution creating streams and rivers that navigate the patchwork of the ground until finally coming to rest at the bottom of the cerulean body named Lake Chaubunagungamauganesha. It is hot as hell and the water boils sending steam into the air creating the fog of an outdoor sauna with entire landscapes melting in front of their eyes and time coming to a standstill each breath long thought out and constituting a lifetime’s worth of memories and decidual attachment. Still the snow continues to fall and pile high covering them and their surroundings in frost-laden reminiscings looking freshly decadent while butterflies flock in the air one by one across the sky reputedly beating their wings gracefully rapidly imminently with flagrance in their small truculent hearts.

The group of three stops and admires the tree on fire in the woods. They whisper to each other.

“It’s as if it doesn’t even happen,” says Hector Salvia

To finish the story you’ll have to grab a copy for yourself. Fire. Sun. Salutation. is available now! It is a collection of 9 short stories of erotic surreal splendor. You won’t be disappointed.

An excerpt from Fire. Sun. Salutation. – American Rêvelution

An excerpt from Fire. Sun. Salutation
available now from Amazon and Createspace

from the story “American Rêvelution”:

Lewis standing there practicing a few chords with sun in his eyes and good soul in his heart he only hoped to catch a ride to Memphis. It never dawned on him that the ride coming his way would lead him to fulfillment beyond his wildest fantasies.

The van crept closer and the driver Jackson spotted the musician with his outstretched thumb taking good measure of the guitar the man carried with his other arm.

Jackson told the girls, “It’s time for war paint, my darlings. Fast now a new passenger awaits. We will take him to the sex caves with us and beyond. But first we must invite him into our tribe and with him continue this rêvelution further down the road.”

With this the girls grabbed at each other’s hair tying bones and seashells into the bangs while painting reds and yellows on the other’s cheeks and under the eyes a narrow blue causing the fiercest of all warmonger’s faces. The women were ready for seductive invitation. They were ready for more to go further than before.

The van rolled up and past where Lewis stood and as he raced towards the vehicle the girls readied themselves by disbanding all clothing.

Jackson Wilreich who was now shirtless, called out to the boy, “All aboard, my dear fellow. This train ride goes all the way to Oakland Bay. Ain’t got time to hang on like it’s a waiting room. Hurry now and see us go onwards to the stars and what have you.”

And with that the side door slid open and the two girls latched onto Lewis pulling him into their embrace throwing him with his guitar to the back of the van while Jackson Wilreich popped the vehicle again into high gear rolling aimlessly down the beaten road.

Find out what happens next, grab your copy from Amazon.com or Createspace.com today!

Fire. Sun. Salutation. is available now! It is a collection of 9 short stories of erotic surreal splendor. Perfect for warming you up on a winter day.

New book AVAILABLE TODAY!

Hey everyone,

My new book Fire. Sun. Salutation. is available now! It is a collection of 9 short stories I wrote between 2011 and 2013. Continuing in the erotic tradition I set in my previous book, these stories seek to honor the Muse through some truly surreal moments of passionate transcendence. You’ll find yourself lost in these exotic fantasies, begging for more, maybe even questioning what is reality. This is great winter reading with the heat turned up to the hundredth degree, hopefully hot enough to awaken that beautiful fiery goddess inside us all. It’s been 4 years in the making so I’m extremely happy to finally release it into the wild.

The collection also features a photo series of sunsets and sunrises from across the country and an introduction by Augustus Depenbrock. The mythical cover art was illustrated by Julia Crachiolo. And everything is printed using Createspace.

You can grab a copy over at Amazon or Createspace. Available for Kindle as well! Buy a copy now and enjoy!

Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/5201199
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Fire-Sun-Salutation-collection-transformations/dp/0692362762

Book description: Fire. Sun. Salutation. is a collection of 9 short stories, both surreal and erotic in experience. It is the story of a writer trying to arouse his muse. A lecher learning to dance. Three psychonauts camping in a slowly fading fairy tale. A rêvelutionary road trip across the great American plains. A man discovering the sensual power he holds in his fingertips, while another finds he is ruined by it. And all throughout this journey, fire haunts the narrative in the form of an all-loving goddess.

These stories are a sun salutation to the beauty of that noble temptress, filled with the heat of her embers. Through stories of foreplay and of ritualized transformation, the text unwinds like a hot night spent in bed with a lover like no other. Written in the context of a dream world, readers of Henry Miller, Anais Nin, and/or Arthur Rimbaud, as well as anyone looking for a new love, will find their every fantasy satisfied between these pages. Enter this dream where the roads are saturated with the juices of a thousand years of lovemaking, and learn to breath.

Stories written by Marshall James Kavanaugh
with an introduction by Augustus Depenbrock
Cover illustrated by Julia Crachiolo

This is A Freedom Book. Part of the punk rêve canon. Preview to Pharaoh Quintessential.

And now, a love poem

Long golden locks
Collecting the sunlight in their amber
Curls I could get lost in
With my fingertips
Interweaving my life force with yours
Soft relaxed breath
Salutations of my heart
Beating against your backside
We drift to sleep
Complimenting each other’s personalities
Being impressed by what the other has done with their life
I dream the compliments continue empathetically
And through our skin so close we vibrate fondness
From the way your body rests wrapped up in mine
You say,
Thank you for being the being that you want to be
Your freshness emanates hope for the rest of us
And I hold you tighter to me saying,
Thank you for being the being that you are
Without you and all that you do
Things would fall apart
There being no hope to muse upon
We drift further into REM
Our bodies final ode
A simple chorus
Thank you for being.

City Life in the Summer

Took the train to Center City. Then bought a new pair of shoes to replace an old pair full of holes and covered in paint. Walked to Callowhill. Walked to Fairmount. Walked back to Northern Liberties. Walked up to Kensington. Walked in the daylight. Walked in the sun. Drank tea and walked further.

Saw the tired. Saw the homeless. Saw the crazed. Saw the 9 to 5ers and the unemployed. Saw people up all night and people just starting their day. Saw the soup kitchens. Saw the cafes. Saw the backyard barbecues. Saw the empty park benches. Saw the morning air fade. Felt my slanted nose with sudden pain and walked on further into the day.

I dreamt I was a simple man, walking in the woods. I imagined the skyscrapers to be giant mountains and the roadways little streams. Trees everywhere. People’s voices distant bird calls. And so much greenery. I thought what it would be like if every day I started with a walk, and instead of a city I had an endless wilderness to call all my own. I thought this and I continued my walk home.