Giggling Guano

Beneath cloudy, frigid skies outcrops of fertilised laughter glare knowingly from sneering seas; their steady retreat stained by the crooked smile of those who know

Suffocating Salamanders

Your translucent skin Gasps gently for breath In the Land of the Noonday Sun; A mountainous vista Unexpectedly replaced With Ziploc bags and Moist paper

The Death of Titus

On the night that Titus fell His night nest was not empty, Not empty, but silent. His body still warm, Still warm to receive The

Brittle Eyes

Across the vibrant reefs you snake and crawl, In search of shelter from an unseen threat; The shadows write their names in salty scrawl, Your

Sex Change

Besides the tranquil sea and sun-bleached sand, The turtles find a place to make their nest; Probing the rolling crescents of the land, To find

Hidden in the Forest

We rip apart the Earth on which we stand, Try tame the wild for all that we have planned; Now caught up in our thoughts

Schrodinger’s Hippopotamus

Your pearly whites gleam in the midday sun, But soon your eyes will close and you will sleep; There will be no dreams behind your

Plastic Food

The oceans are awash with our debris, As plastics from our lives flow down the drain And travel down hewn channels to the sea, Where

A Nasal Quorum

You prowl and sniff the air around your pack, With outsized ears you wear just like a crown Atop a cloak of matted, mottled brown;

You All Fall Down

Balanced on a rock Orange sneezeweed in your mouth; You drop in the heat. This is a Haiku, inspired by recent research which has found