too many caged hearts too many boundaries/ overridden too many of us want to hoard little swifts/...
Category: Poetry
Clothes Kill
You can now drive for miles on dust roads / that were once part of an abundant seabed...
Another April?
We slash and hack and burn, hedges wasted, trees slaughtered, wildlife afflicted. And yet another April.
The Apocalyptic Vision of a Beast Put Out to Pasture
The dispossessed came to live beside us, naturally, in cities and towns, on shores, on hills, above bowling alleys and in cheap apartment blocks ...
Sapling
This beech sapling, sprung of its own accord from the parent tree, is old enough to join its mother in the leaf-change...
Confession to the High Priestess of Nature–if She Exist
It's a bitter wail, An enduring whimper ...
Our Ending Days
We are always predicting our ending days, not now, but just around the corner
COP 126
A Belsen-thin spectre/ in a wrecked Lexus,/ towed whole inches along/ through the keening dust...
Ashera
the hills and forests/ respect for the rivers and creeks/...
Pandemic Pause
Could you hear nature breathing? When all the other noise stopped?