Not only have we turned the corner, / I know what lies on its other side. / So divine is my inspiration, I can tell you with certainty: / democracy is for chumps. / Jack, you’ve stirred your last chicory. / Armies of clogged noses stand behind me, / and they are formidable… so long / as they stay on their god-dang knees.
From now on every autumn / will burn / The only question / will be whether the flames / are set by figments / or by nature.
He's had more bad breaks than most settlers could stand / This planet’s his first love but never his friend / He's worked a hard life and hard he’ll expire / Red lung's got him, set his breathing on fire
The world’s longest-living vertebrate. Older than Shakespeare they said. (Initially…) Can we say she has a memory? What lives inside her instincts? What imprints and echoes? “The Arctic as we know it” is over. Soon it will be ice free. The permafrost becomes impermanent. Waters warm. Gasses trapped inside glaciers escape into the atmosphere and the process … Continue reading Ode to an Ancient Shark