Damming Loss

Returning to forsaken lands you cautiously rebuild your island homes; every log, branch, and mud pile pressed on with the precise hesitancy of re-colonised dreams.

Gnawing the Permafrost

Buried deep beneath the tundra, frozen bodies lie asleep, waiting for the trumpet call to raise them from their peaty beds. Saturated with the fossilised

Fat on Nitrogen

A Rhode Island pond – The beaver tastes the cold air As he builds his dam   Now somewhere upstream On a vast and dying