"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Not all heat is made equal. Between streets stained red with the indelible ink of discrimination, the clammy embrace of federal excess can still be felt. Microclimates persist as green gentrification plasters over the excesses of historic housing policies, pacifying those who can now afford it with promises …
After the accident the forest returned, blanketing forsaken machinery in a gentle, unfamiliar embrace. Stacks of contaminated televisions lie in heaps, repurposed as shelters for the returning fauna. Computer screens that once glimmered with potency now lie abandoned, tainted by a film of excrement, and something that we mustn’t name. …
In swathes of fractured colours you wheel across unbroken skies, a kaleidoscope of memory drifting between seasons; patterns shifting sensitively to the subtleties of scale. Captured in synthetic mist nests, we sift your shifting patterns from the shimmering rains; avian constellations that have become littered with lapses in ecological …
Entrenched in an endless cycle of external consumption, the intractable habits of your daily transgressions castigate your presence; a scourge on the environment you inhabit. Eschewing independence, your gluttonous palette moistens as disposable feasts line up before you; their limitations beyond the focus of your insatiable gaze. The consequences …
Floating between distant horizons, you dance upon a fraying thread; turning somersaults as butterflies threaten to break free from the fragile anchor beneath your flailing feet. Muscles weaken with your inaction, as brittle bones lose their inhibitions; gliding towards an unseen surface that shimmers forever out of reach against …
Born into violence: the offspring of mixed aggressions, traces of sickly silver quickly infiltrate our atmosphere. Toxic clouds that sail the zephyrs, spurting their entrails in rhythmic pitter patter of metallic rain that cascades upon the sea. Soundscapes of forest fires and burning waste sink beneath the waves, where …
Between synthetic, parallel lines drawn across artificially constructed maps, the clouds begin to form. Climbing upwards like giant anvils of cotton candy, a trick of the scattering light projecting apparitions across the skies. Oscillating between imagined landforms, these vessels of rain and ice drift tirelessly across tranquil seas and …
Clamours of circuits compete to complete composite puzzles that compound their complexity. Assuring the security of their concealed networks as they pan for digital gold; virtual pickaxes and crypto sluices slice through implicit permutations, impervious to the rust and dust of distant placer mining. Straining against the intricacy of their …
Swaying steadily in kaleidoscopic fields, spectral fans reflect the turquoise light; their mottled aura straining spectra as warming oceans bleach branches and lighten latticework. Parasitic hues scar the surface, lacerating living skeletons with vibrant, polished purples; their corrupting shadows smeared across the ferns, as copper-coloured paint leaches from beneath a …
Synthetic fossils adjoin the coastline. Fallen into dirty piles they wait to be shucked clean of sand, and mud, and debris. Flowing like tallow beneath the waves. Fleece jackets wick our irritants. Fallen into dirty piles they wait to be shucked clean of sand, and mud, and debris. Bleeding …