The polar bears I saw in the zoo/ weren't as white as they might have been.
We are the climatic pivot of creation/ if only we would join in/...
Everything’s mobile in this time of global flows:/ money, people, goods, bacteria and disease.
By Gail Ingram, New Zealand And Christmas is coming, your friends are coming for dinner, there’s shopping to be done for a group, for a planet. How to feel, apart from general unease, I mean how to feel empathy? Am I capable of suffering? Nobody knows what it means to die. Or is it a … Continue reading Malaise
... first published in The Corrugated Wave in March 2018...
Take one shovel A big, big BIG shovel
When the animals have been dragged/ to final extinction,/...
It was the noise/ that drew them to the windows/ high up in the Ministries of Silence.
Separated from the knowledge of the world, its tides,/ the sickness of pollution and its poverty of care,/ our daily human rhythms glide./
“Don’t wake the baby! Don’t wake the baby!” squeaked the ‘Judy’. The children laughed at Grandad’s silly high-pitched voice. Digger laughed with them but could not contain himself sitting on the ground – he was on his feet, clapping, too.