The Death of Titus
On the night that Titus fell His night nest was not empty, Not empty, but silent. His body still warm, Still warm to receive The
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Brittle Eyes
Across the vibrant reefs you snake and crawl, In search of shelter from an unseen threat; The shadows write their names in salty scrawl, Your
Sex Change
Besides the tranquil sea and sun-bleached sand, The turtles find a place to make their nest; Probing the rolling crescents of the land, To find
Hidden in the Forest
We rip apart the Earth on which we stand, Try tame the wild for all that we have planned; Now caught up in our thoughts
Schrodinger’s Hippopotamus
Your pearly whites gleam in the midday sun, But soon your eyes will close and you will sleep; There will be no dreams behind your
Plastic Food
The oceans are awash with our debris, As plastics from our lives flow down the drain And travel down hewn channels to the sea, Where
A Nasal Quorum
You prowl and sniff the air around your pack, With outsized ears you wear just like a crown Atop a cloak of matted, mottled brown;
You All Fall Down
Balanced on a rock Orange sneezeweed in your mouth; You drop in the heat. This is a Haiku, inspired by recent research which has found
A Disappearing Shadow
Dappled silhouettes amongst the trees – A lost memory of verdant lands. Your fragmented impressions Have disappeared from view; All that remains is An empty
Some Bed Bugs are Chromophobic
These parasitic insect pests, Crave sanctuary that is sanguine; As most unwelcome, picky guests, They flee the hues of gold and green. Lilac and