When

When the world’s oceans evaporate When the night’s last star goes dark When our matter is in a messy state When the shape of death grows stark When there’s nothing left on our plate When humanity has erased its mark Is when we’ve finally exhausted our hate

Antarctica

Antarctica’s ice dwindles. This is not an environmental disaster, This is the earth breathing in, And when it breathes out, It’ll blow us all out of existence. This is the Anthropocene. The earth will survive. We will not.

April is poetry month!

And as such, I’ve got a treat for my patrons. On April 15th, I’ll release recordings of as many poems as I have patrons. These recordings will be for patrons only for a time and then I’ll release them to the public later. You can help me out and spread the word about my Patreon! The more patrons I have […]