Close as a Clam
We scavenge the coastlines, in search of living, low-tech tools that carry within them the promise of our climate’s past and future tense. Geochemical proxies
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
We scavenge the coastlines, in search of living, low-tech tools that carry within them the promise of our climate’s past and future tense. Geochemical proxies
Giant clams lie settled atop distant mountain peaks; their arid husks supressing the brackish smell of ancient waves that once bathed them in their shallow,