We touch the ground - we don’t own land/ If your heart’s free - your head won’t be/ ...

I was scrolling through my Facebook one day/ When I saw something that made me stop and say/ "Oh my god, this can't be!/ Holy shit, no! Woe is me!"/ ...

We ravaged our hotel room/ like an aging rock star ...

I am the Green Man, the clean man, the dirty and obscene man, the chromosome and gene man

I am planting seeds today, this first day/ of Spring, as thunder rolls ...

my mother has plastic / pumping through her/ veins and into her rivers/

“A layer, grand, of garments fine,/ That is all that be required..../

Anthropocene we know you will not pause/ Gears grind gung-ho, macho ideas win / for now,

It's not about the honey It's not about picnics panic free...

It squats amidst the park; a solitary pool/ Around a silent fountain; long since parched and still,/