
Spongy Trails
Sluggishly you sweepacross the sea,ceaselessly stimulatingyour supposed sessilityas you secrete spiky streamsthrough dense, porous skeletons.
Apr 30, 2021
Sam is a Professor in Creative Pedagogies. His research is concerned with trying to engage and empower people with science, especially those from under-served communities. He writes science poems to try and communicate some of the beautiful and important scientific research that is being done on a daily basis, all across the world.

Sluggishly you sweepacross the sea,ceaselessly stimulatingyour supposed sessilityas you secrete spiky streamsthrough dense, porous skeletons.
Apr 30, 2021

Embalmed in earth,your chiselled contourslay dormantin another’s chamber;rivulets in rockcongealedwith dampened soiluntil we break youfreeand into pieces.
Apr 23, 2021

Icy breath cascades acrossour asphalt arteries,meandering blockagesthat we incinerate withshovelfuls of salted grit;their cloying excessoverspilling into unkemptreservoirs that sigh withthe weight of ourforgetful affliction.
Apr 16, 2021

Surging seas and weeping wavesadvance along your coast,probing buried channels as theybreak through the shorefaceto drag briny fingerprintsacross weathered limbsthat recoil at the touch.
Apr 9, 2021

Jutting from the salted frothyour solitary canineflashes in the midnight sun,revealing wrinkled rivuletsthat labour under our insignia;ivory forget-me-notsof all that we have done.
Apr 2, 2021

In the name of progresswe pour your honeyed ichordown the jagged throats of ourunquenchable machines,launching broken vesselsto coax you from the depthsof your untroubled slumber.
Mar 26, 2021

Under cover of violencewe pulled you from your frozen past,geological collateral lying dormantin our hurried transits.Patiently you lay there,whispering at…
Mar 19, 2021

A solar powered scalpslithers across the sea floor,surviving on the memoriesof meals consumedwhen you were whole.
Mar 12, 2021

Reams of dead lettershide correspondencebeneath purposefulcuts and folds;the contents oftheir written pastlocked tightbehind the paper-thinveneer of thisfaded piggy bank.
Mar 5, 2021
Fish can’t shrug, fish can’t cry, fish cannot get mad; fish can’t sulk fish can’t frown, or tell us if they’re sad.
Feb 26, 2021

An accidental echoon the lineoscillateswith the baritoneof your misplaced song.
Feb 19, 2021

Abandoned at the mouth of your shelteryou quivered apprehensively at our approach,crying out to be held as we proclaimedthe exception of your discovery.Sighing wearily as we consignedyou to the dusty silence of our archives.
Feb 12, 2021
Ignoring classical concepts of exploration and exploitation you strategise your advance across fabricated labyrinths that embrace your occupation.
Feb 5, 2021
Sheathes of see-through cloth shimmer in the Mediterranean sun, soaking their ripening cargo in waves of rippling heat.
Jan 29, 2021