"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
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 the joke, has gone too far. We trace lines in the filth, dowsing for patterns in droppings; faces contorted to manic snarls. Monochromatic waves ripple …
Beneath Diana’s pale embrace, two moths shimmer in the starlight; waltzing through moonbeams, as they flicker across the cool embrace of noon’s forgotten corsage. Suffused with smoky browns their earthy tones glimmer in the gloom; bellies sticky with the latent gratitude of their unexpectant hosts. Timidly, they retreat into the …
The sky is ablaze. Waves of dirty yellows wash over the ground, as crimson smoke licks barren clouds that loiter jeeringly overhead. Fuel litters the floor, its perilous potential scattered absently across the detritus; the cost of its appearance obscured by the multitude of our transactions. Silhouettes …
Spat out in the aftershock of atoms that we forced apart; their separation strategized for the marriage of our consumptive convenience. Radioactive entrails that litter our collective consciousness, throbbing with the poisoned potential of a thousand artificial suns. We clutch at phosphorescent binbags, our tainted hands digging through ancient beds …
Ageless giants glide beneath the waves, their stunted snouts sagging coyly at the impertinence of our horology. Careless in its caducity, one swims too close to shore; shallow waters now shallow grave, with aged secrets ripe for reaping. Peeling back the skin to reveal rivulets of cartilage that glisten like …
Across dank, shaded habitats of cosmic intent specks of light flicker into life. Emerging from chaos, filaments of matter weave their nets; unclassifiable structures that stretch across the emptiness as ethereal webs that glisten in the dewy dawn. Barely trodden paths glow faintly in the dark; celestial causeways that …
Between invisible barriers of cool, indifferent oceans transparent medusas dance across clandestine currents. A quorum of gonads sparkling beneath the waves, their immature contents alluringly displayed, like rails of haute couture in lavish department store windows. Rising to meet the dawn, ripples of ecstasy shimmer across their surface; the …
The Earth has set the sky ablaze with glorious hues of orange. Strombolian explosions spew incandescent blocks, emerging from the Throat of Fire with biblical intent as they race down fragile, bulging flanks. An ancient scar starts to throb, its suppurating skin pulsating with intemperate rage as beneath its …
At the top of the world we slowly cast our sonic nets beneath the waves, in search of the secrets that these soundscapes suppress. Spectrograms oscillate with aquatic effervescence, mimicking every muffled sigh that reverberates beneath pristine, crystal waters. Dancing across the pixels, a medley of melodies slowly reveal …
Moving swiftly across the swamp the sparrow tentatively spreads out his territory; a phonic palisade, which he surveys with vain conviction. Contented in solitude, he slides into symphonic soliloquy; preening at the sumptuousness of his stereotypic performance. Halfway through the encore An unwanted response echoes his call. Susceptible to …