Graphite sketch of petunias in dark green

Jazz Swale

Originally published by Moss Puppy Magazine

Jazz Swale, Moss Puppy Mag

Originally published by Moss Puppy Mag, October 2021, p. 72
Pea Flower Tomioka

Jazz Swale

The moor of you bogs my senses.
Alligator ragtime me stumbling blind into this rhythm

Sump morass to tipsy trick my toes dipping
Tip into testing waters
To learn if we can dance here.

To pray here.
In that wet way we pray.

Worship at the altar of your bullfrog croaking
Roar out into cypress secrets
Your deep aches
Your hungry throat

And how I sing cicada summer to the buzz of your heartbeat
Feet sunken still in this muck as the world stands still
In the shelter of your arms

We will sink here, lover,
Into wetness and mushroom rings
This fae way we play
With our flesh

Kissed in dappled sunlight and ferns
Where fireflies circle overhead
As we kiln to kindle this earth
And sculpt our fire swamp sex from this clay.


Tomioka, Pea Flower.  "Jazz Swale" Swampland, Moss Puppy Mag, October 2021.
Jazz Swale, Moss Puppy Magazine
Handwritten, cursive signature says "pea flower tea" in lowercase letters. The flower is a small sketch of a bloom, instead of the word for "flower".

About the author

Pea is an artist focused on building an art therapy platform through transformative art and positive erotica to help victims of sexual violence reclaim their power. She lives on a small island and hides from loud noises.