Glowing Green

Breathe in. Your crown of precious hues Glimmers in the setting sun; A steadfast declaration that Your appearance will not be Ordained by the passing

A Plastic Paradise

At the far edges of the world, Hidden deep amongst the Raging seas and rising waves Laze a series of secret atolls and coral coves;

Swallowed by the Sea

Sailing swiftly along the salted seashore, Your whiteish throat flanks brown streaks That accentuate comedic orange brows. Amongst saline marshes and sunken reeds You build

A Local Disappearance

Your recent absences have become More pronounced; The late spring evenings are no longer Alive with the industry of your approach, And the flowers in

Washing Our Worries Onto Others

The blushing sun conceals A dirty secret. So in our quest for BEAUTY We shield our glowing frames From its spiteful rays; Basting our bodies

Particulate Behaviour

Fade In: People wearing masks Ride their bicycles through A skyline of exhaust fumes and Dirty, blackened smoke. Their lungs irritated By the invisible particles

A Hidden Trace

Beneath the pristine peaks and snow-capped mounds, Lie records of our past and future selves.   A precious commodity lying dormant, Safe from prying eyes

A Temperate Disturbance

Within the temperate climes of wooded land, Disturbances are part of nature’s flow; But as the rising heat gets out of hand, The fingerprints of

Records of our Future Past

Across the dusty plains of southwest lands, An empty dish lies buried in the sands; With taps turned off to nature’s moist supply, As climates

The Spoils of Peace

As echoes of past conflicts start to fade, The dissipating fog lays bare what’s planned; Whilst treaties dance upon a blunted blade, With bloodied fist