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
Sea
Fishy Traits
Fish can’t shrug, fish can’t cry, fish cannot get mad; fish can’t sulk fish can’t frown, or tell us if they’re sad. But fish can
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
Lunar Flow
Ancient forces dredge secrets from beneath the seabed, undulating stimuli unearthing memories of a long-buried past. Rising and falling with the passing tide dark shadows
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
Mercury Sinking
Spat out from the murky exhalations of our impetuous industry you drift into the firmament, tainting its continence with your coarse and filthy touch, trickling
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
Circles Beneath the Sea
Hidden below the waves an unknown artist plies his trade, moving purposefully to dig valleys and furrows at appealing angles that start to take shape;
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
Jellied Eggs
Between invisible barriers of cool, indifferent oceans transparent medusas dance across clandestine currents. A quorum of gonads sparkling beneath the waves, their immature contents alluringly