(i) Words are like glass jars, my friend. At some point, their being empty becomes blatantly obvious. (ii) i cannot see at all this place is steamy Now you're cooking with gas and it feels like nobody is watching A month or so ago, somebody posted a prompt that involved finding an old poem and … Continue reading To the PM
as I drove I saw a mood in colour the clouds took on the shades of autumn leaves puffy and rouged tinged with bronze against a canvas of washing-day blue the leaves themselves became ruddy lanterns warming softly the light and in the distance the sky glowered school uniform grey thick as a duffle coat … Continue reading moody afternoon
The dizzy chute, its guttural roar, is fifty metres yonder where the cheeks of boulders define the flow - the supple dragon tongue of froth and liquid anguish untamed. But here behind the jagged green-streaked protection of “Iceberg Rock”, the river is wide and so serene that in the shallows the surface trembles with the … Continue reading Sanctuary
The sky is your barista blending froth and colour in patterns extraordinary; steeping Earth in beauty’s eye – our planet incredible, like that first drop of hot milk in ooze-black espresso. Indubitable. Cast not poison in the face of your barista lest she singe you with Herculean rage and spit venomous storms and steamy thunder … Continue reading For those who love coffee…
you have the Darwin awards that you wily survivors may feel better about yourselves clothed like irony in the intelligence of your decisions. oh sad species unclip yourself from false reflections and wash, nay scrub, clean my air of your putrid carbon abuse. run your tea strainers through my oceans like lice combs through the … Continue reading Letter to the Editor from Earth
Balance on one toe on the tip an iceberg “the arctic is on fire” on the tipping point tippy toe tip slipping “Global GDP to fall 25 per cent without more climate action, banks warn” precarious not falling but feeling the feeling “the most severe physical and economic impacts of climate change.” the dizzy wait … Continue reading On the Tip
Summer and if the sun were a smoker its ankle would be twisting its knee describing satisfying arcs as it squashed us butts under its big chunky-soled boot but it's not the sun that's smoking. We've been to the markets and we're walking back to the car grass crunching underfoot like natural-grown cellophane. Rain has … Continue reading A True Story
Iridescent planet pop its rainbows squashed into cork tiles a child's high-pitched squeal
Reading a book to my kids with a bit about Greta Thunberg I start thinking about all the tomorrows that never came and it's as breaking as the friend who never calls or the seed that never grows no matter the love no matter the love * All those kids holding hands around the equator … Continue reading No Matter the Love
We’re calling for a moratorium on Scotty’s Gas Emporium. We respect the art of the giant fart but not Planet Crematorium!
