Anthropocene
Oh my love, there is ruin That I have dipped my toes in A polluted connection An exploitative relation No […]
Oh my love, there is ruin That I have dipped my toes in A polluted connection An exploitative relation No […]
Waterboard at seven, Legacy parkade at eleven; she reclined in her seat, black plastic smoked to crystal, and with hand
The skyline is sharp and jagged So when smog slaps it, Rain bleeds, thick and oily and hesitant when Every
Motivations can be understood as they manifest in the reactions to each moment, everyone is coming together in the Now—this
Oh great love, \\
you, great mold that grows in my lungs, \\
sporing and sparring for sparse air. \\
Everything we are we inhale.
Perfect. //
The golden light outlining the features of the statue’s simple face, //
capturing my attention every time I visit. //
Should I come by more often?
Here’s a toast to all the heartless poets
The first time I saw you, you still had your dark hair.
The smoke sticks all over and lingers. //
I’m suddenly afraid of man and his promise, //
for it smells like a cigarette.