Breaking Novel Boundaries
Countless contaminants pour forth from progress into organic systems that purred with life. Every novel entity a jagged cog catching the fabric of our planet’s
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Countless contaminants pour forth from progress into organic systems that purred with life. Every novel entity a jagged cog catching the fabric of our planet’s
Surging through the spray, swelling hands cast salty nets through unseen lines. Stripes of shaded power that bulge and swing and sway. Shearing swathes of
We scavenge the coastlines, in search of living, low-tech tools that carry within them the promise of our climate’s past and future tense. Geochemical proxies
Clouds of feathers light up the sky, downy rainbows of keratin that flicker in the sun-kissed breeze. Weighed down by the heavy gaze of our
Cascading from rocky peaks, you plunge into view, flowing like a fan into streams and lakes and lives. Fawning at your force we strive to
Cloaked in weathered loam fraying edges sink from view, the violence of a distant past now hidden in the horsetails that lie littered in decay.
Greying mists once blocked out the sun, clouds of copper casting frosty shadows across cloaked and ancient skies. A false and deadly portent for the
Dawn breaks over the diminishing sound of forced retreat. A chorus constrained by the bare and callow noise that permeates our bandwidth. Concerned communities trace
With season’s end you topple to the ground, aching, broken limbs held aloft by briny hands that bare you proudly to their sunken home. Drifting.
Flecks of gold and red shimmer over restless seas. Incandescent gatherings illuminating the horizon as you throw yourself to the mercies of the wind. Your