Eden
alone with each other in a rain cloud drops fall in random formations like stars as they drift in the unarranged heaven so near to us – the empty weight of space bends everything towards you as you smile and mention my eyes i don’t remember yours so look again caught in a fragmented atomic [&hel
Three environmental poems
When the world dies in fiction, it’s palatable because it is removed from the truth. When the world is dying in reality, perhaps it is too difficult to digest into verse. As the dry seasons lengthen and fragile climate treaties dissipate into smog, the landslide into apocalypse feels more imminent
