Records of our Future Past
Across the dusty plains of southwest lands, An empty dish lies buried in the sands; With taps turned off to nature’s moist supply, As climates
Water
Brittle Eyes
Across the vibrant reefs you snake and crawl, In search of shelter from an unseen threat; The shadows write their names in salty scrawl, Your
A Musical Sound?
When someone’s voice is on repeat, You might begin to tap your feet; As into music, words do change, Sometimes the sounds we hear are
A Piscine Problem
Urea, that’s contained in wee, Plus chlorine gives us DBP; This makes our eyes stream like a fool, Please do not piss into the pool.
Plains of Paradise
The echoes of your past vibrate through space, And secrets lie beneath your broken skin; The cracks and rimless craters on your face, Reveal to
The Veins of Mars
Your crater stands abandoned in the dirt, As thirsty dreams evaporate for good; Beneath your dusty surface pressures spurt, Leaving behind deposits in the mud.
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
Fat on Nitrogen
A Rhode Island pond – The beaver tastes the cold air As he builds his dam Now somewhere upstream On a vast and dying
The Rain it Continues to Fall
Record-breaking rainfall has surged, A thirty-year trend has emerged; Reminding us that we are small, The rain it continues to fall. A global growth
Where Water Was
Your reddened skies and barren soils conceal A frozen mass, but once it was a sea Infrared telescopes can now reveal What could and should,