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;
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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
Artificial Weather
Buoyant skies linger overhead, bulging at the seams with surging intent; capricious threats that fall indiscriminately against the statistical fortitude of our modelled routines. Searching
Volcanic Seas
Falling seas break your skin, fabricated fractures feeding flareups with deferred certainties that linger in the tuff. Wearing welts like a crown, you proudly pronounce
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
Stabilising Cockatoos
Glassy eyes stare down from vibrant yellow crowns, solemn statues lined up for shady shopping trips to markets masked with colour. Wild or caught traded
Delisted Wolves
Flecks of silver trickle through hostile grounds. Consigned to a footnote by the fervour of unbridled prey too quick to hunt. Defamed. Deprived. Defiled. Invisible
Dulled in Flames
Rising heat wrinkles your feathers, hazy offerings that prick the skin and dull desires. Smouldering beneath the surface, your blood-streaked cloak of darkest night lies