Magnetic Tides
Surging through the spray, swelling hands cast salty nets through unseen lines. Stripes of shaded power that bulge and swing and sway. Shearing swathes of
Oceans
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
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.
Poisoned Tusks
Jutting from the salted froth your solitary canine flashes in the midnight sun, revealing wrinkled rivulets that labour under our insignia; ivory forget-me-nots of all
Whaling Away
In the name of progress we pour your honeyed ichor down the jagged throats of our unquenchable machines, launching broken vessels to coax you from
Decapitating Slugs
A solar powered scalp slithers across the sea floor, surviving on the memories of meals consumed when you were whole. Your jettisoned corpse left to
Seismic Songs
An accidental echo on the line oscillates with the baritone of your misplaced song. Waves beneath waves traverse wires crossed with the rising beat of
The Smell of Coral
Stony gardens of shifting light sway vibrantly beneath the waves; rainforests of the sea, whose motely splendour permeates still waters with a pale and delicate
Tidal Evolution
Sailing by moonlight you wallow in the opulence of your oceanic abode. An illusion of permanence concealing the current that now bathes you in shameful
Plastic Lobsters
Emerging from a coral cocoon you drift towards the surface, feathery legs dancing beneath the waning light of a harvest moon. Perched beneath the waves