Traces in the Fog

Born into violence: the offspring of mixed aggressions, traces of sickly silver quickly infiltrate our atmosphere. Toxic clouds that sail the zephyrs, spurting their entrails

Warming Clouds

Between synthetic, parallel lines drawn across artificially constructed maps, the clouds begin to form. Climbing upwards like giant anvils of cotton candy, a trick of

Deep-sea Tremors

From buried cracks And open wounds Shrouded scales Begin to seep. Cutting across murky waters Into buried memories And forgotten half-truths, Inky fingerprints Preserve their

Bewildered Blooms

Hidden behind the fragility Of a sub-Antarctic archipelago, A speck of shamrock shimmers On a sea of turquoise.   Exploding into life this fleck Becomes

A Scavenging Song

Sea air shimmers in the evening haze; The gentle rays from a setting sun Reflect the remnants of the passing storm, Cascading skywards in prismic

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;

Chemically Preserved in Jelly

Translucent orbs of moonlight Sail along our chalky coasts. Encased in an envelope Of teals and sapphires, Their chemical composition Reveals the secret tracks And

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

In Hidden Trenches

Within the deepest creases, out of sight, You glide along the ocean’s murky floor; Surviving in the darkest realms of night, Your body writhes above

Plastic Food

The oceans are awash with our debris, As plastics from our lives flow down the drain And travel down hewn channels to the sea, Where