Symbiotic Senses

We live on a mesh of invisible lines, the rigidity of attraction softly veiled by the faintness of touch; gentle come-hithers undone by the subtlety of their approach. Invisible guests stand to attention, physical aggregations two-stepping an illusion as straight as the crow flies; its lineal distinction stolen without tribute …

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Rediscovered Frogs

Across tropical concert halls, the air vibrates with the sound of a thousand voices; a living orchestra concealing its decline with the vivacity of each performance. Its muted notes lost beneath the canopy. Guided beyond senses we dowse for inference, amassing microscopic fragments that ripple across the surface; fleeting footsteps …

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At Loggerheads with the Storm

Beneath mottled shells of dreary, setting suns we bury instruments in living sands; digital treasures to map the edges of existence. Caressing your carapace as we wave you from our ships; deep-sea buoys to dredge the ocean of her tempestuous secrets.   Back on land we watch as you coast …

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An Outbreak of Flooding

Struggling beneath the weight of accumulation you buckle in the rains; a surplus of backwash baptising you with the filthy discharge of a thousand vanquished drains. Every street and boulevard fades beneath the waves; thoroughfares gasp for breath, the city’s arteries washed clean until they lead to shallow graves. Inundated …

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The Tragedy of the Bees

Weighed down by the delights of an afternoon’s jumbled scavenging you zigzag drunkenly across the sky; tumbling through monocultures to the wild abandon of your uncultivated home. Squatting in the corner of Farmer John (or was it Giles)’s field, you hear him exclaim: “Those bees will be the end of …

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Artificial Galaxies

In the creases of deepest space, the sky is ablaze with light: fat galaxies, thin galaxies, barred galaxies, ring galaxies, new galaxies, old galaxies, hot galaxies, cold galaxies. How many galaxies can you see? Bulging galaxies pregnant with the dreams of a million million stars, their tidal tails flapping against …

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The Quiet Sun

We trace your violence with methodic unease, charting chaotic ferocities as measured outbursts; a humanised hoax to retain control.   As your temper subsides we cut loose our charts, averting prying eyes to let you gently slumber; a brokered peace to catch our breath.   You twitch restlessly in brazen …

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The Mortality of Trees

Your tarnished skin crinkles in the breeze, an ancient husk that juts from the Earth like a withered question mark; interrogating the exuberance that stirs you from your slumber.   We crouch, childlike, beneath your broken boughs, callow limbs pawing at flesh As we bore incrementally through your sunken past; …

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Forecasting Drought

Ghostly quilts of verdant fields shimmer in the braying heat, picked bare by arid gusts that rattle through the landscape with malicious intent; a rank, distorted echo of where life once flowed. The condition of vegetation now exposed, as it jostles for space on weathered bulletins that proclaim your arrival …

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Roadside Pollination

Fleeing down grassy corridors from whirring teeth that hack at your habitat with ill-managed discipline; this rich mossy canvas spat out as loamy clots, to line the limits of your enclosure.   Guided by twin suns that cut towards your changing horizon; an oily mirage unveiled at the last, by …

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