poetry

The Harmful Enclosure of Many Lands

If your soul hurts, this is what you must do: Look out upon the spilt blood of the land, The necklace of the Earth, its

Some Bed Bugs are Chromophobic

These parasitic insect pests, Crave sanctuary that is sanguine; As most unwelcome, picky guests, They flee the hues of gold and green.   Lilac and

Where the Wild Things Are

The sky lit up with careless ease, We left you as we fled the scene. A distant whisper in the trees, The sky lit up

Do Not Go into Artificial Light

Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night.   Your passion

Some Unfortunate Boars

There once were some pigs north of Java, Whose warts needed a balaclava. Whilst a new study found, That their numbers were down; Endangered without

Going North for the Winter

I feel the powder beneath my feet; A sickening howl to the south, But I know that I am safe And so I dance with joy.

We Pray That We Will Find Silence

At the bottom of the ocean, In a mariner’s trench so deep That Hillary could have climbed it, We pray that we will find silence.

These Flying Beasts Are Hooked on Junk

The white storks glide across the sky, Migrating south in times gone by; But now like Burroughs in his funk, These flying beasts are hooked

They Carved Your Name into My Arm

They carved your name into my arm, I hoped you’d be my lucky charm. My body shakes, I’m wracked with pain, I won’t ever do