Shifting Sounds in Spring
Dawn breaks over the diminishing sound of forced retreat. A chorus constrained by the bare and callow noise that permeates our bandwidth. Concerned communities trace
Nature
Knots in Time
With season’s end you topple to the ground, aching, broken limbs held aloft by briny hands that bare you proudly to their sunken home. Drifting.
Dragons Across the Ocean
Flecks of gold and red shimmer over restless seas. Incandescent gatherings illuminating the horizon as you throw yourself to the mercies of the wind. Your
Dirty Light
The Earth tries to sleep, casting off the shadows of a distant star beneath the tattered veil of greying night. Behind thinning eyelids the atmosphere
The Storms of our Past
The scars of past assaults lie scattered on the shore. The force of every blow etched into the earth with the relentlessness of your approach;
Rare Earth Water
Cascading carelessly past weathered ore you slither into view against the levee’s edge. Sparkling waters that blister in the warming sun, their see-through hues a
The Urbanisation of Birds
Flitting between skyscapes the distant strains of multitudes flicker in the air. Hidden voices perched in ebbing hues that fade into the greys. Their covert
Beyond the Beeline
Bumbling in the breeze, your banded body drifts casually into view. Flower waker, pollinator. Every lacy step a careful caress across the countless faces of
The Forests are Dying
Perched below the tree line twisted tones emerge, groves of crooked wood that buckle at the knee. Lodgepole seedlings scatter through sunlight, drifting over seas
Residual Snakes
Swapping Geigers for scales we sweep the landscape for leftovers, searching for residue that clings to the surface like scalded shadows. Slithering vicariously across the