When shadows shaped the land, Earth’s pulse ebbed low – suspended filings curled through unseen veins. Across vast and silent sands the ether stretched, rich with the unspent vows of life. Here, titans of soft and sprawling form pressed their weight into the stone – marking time with broad and frond-shaped limbs. The shield retreats. Atoms stripped away by searing solar streams – carried off like chaff in wind. Life, in its burgeoning swell, clung to change amongst the thinning veils – surviving, growing, thriving on the weighted breath of air. Beneath us still these currents shift, weaker no ..read more

In Monte Pisano’s shadow women tread, silent stewards to the leaf and flame. Their hands rough as the bark they skirt, a patchwork quilt for earth’s unmade bed. Beneath their fingers memories stir, murmuring through groves, through vines – every unturned blade a sunken spark. They move like ghosts amongst the trees, their legacy a faded collage of presence and loss. And still the setting stands, voiceless witness to its quiet keepers – a ritual unspoken, a fire tamed, a disaster unbirthed. This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found that women and shepherds historically reduced ..read more

Particles, like stars too distant for our skies, permeate the flesh – silent as falling snow. We stand unaware of the siege within, while sweat that great traitor greases their path and ushers in the voiceless throng. The world shrinks as it expands, borders blurred by the smallest shards. Within this vessel, we drift through the debris of progress, the toll of ease – legacies traced along the dusty pathways of our burdened veins. This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found that toxic chemicals from microplastics can be absorbed through skin. There’s growing concern about tiny ..read more

Soda lakes shimmer below the blazing sun, their mirrored lens a shifting imitation of countless unseen threads. These waters cradle life, crimson streaks whose feathers burn against the blue and rising edge. Cradles shrinking beneath the load of this grasping swelling sky – held aloft by loss, yet anchored to these shrinking sanctuaries within the bulging veins of a desperate, ever tearful earth. This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found that Africa’s flamingos are threatened by rising lake levels. Soda lakes are among the most vibrant and productive water bodies on the plane ..read more

Water runs clear, a seeming serenity caught in the half-light of tasteless threats and silent screams. It lingers, patient as a poacher’s line to seep from treatment’s cracks unfiltered, unsealed, untamed. A toxic residue that chokes the flow, spoiling souls before their blooming – distortions of the heart’s first labour. Heed the far bankside where these drowsed serpents coil among the reeds their fangs brine the springs, their venom our end. This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found that common water pollutants cause heart damage in fish. Imagine turning on your tap and exp ..read more

Riven with cracks, fissures serpentine vent gaseous plumes that reach beyond the stars – grains of frozen brine beneath that pitiless crust. Oceans churn in depths no light perceives, where harsh unearthly cauldrons spew forth their frozen code. Our robots scan each icy fleck, whittling truth from vacant black – celestial jetsam, cosmic seed, bearing strange fruit for new nativity across the worlds that rift and rede. An artist’s rendition of Saturn’s moon Enceladus depicts hydrothermal activity on the seafloor and cracks in the moon’s icy crust that allow material from the watery interior to ..read more

In the shadows of ancient trees, towers mute, immense, bristling with sap-burnt memories. Sapphire light dances over weathered rings – hieroglyphs from an age we burned, bled, calved, and grew. When molten heavens thundered and volcanic seas dissolved mountains ghosted in cloud-cathedral’s sacred blue. Each ring appals with the memory of Earth’s contortions amidst the scattered whispers of patient boughs – a clarion call to soothe the oceans’ ebbing tides. This poem is inspired by recent research, which has used ancient tree rings to reconstruct the climate records of North China. Over the l ..read more

Down in the obsidian teeth and sinew flex against the remorseless flow of that immense and gelid gloom. There move leviathans – archaic dread made flesh, hewn from the brine itself these crawling shadows drifted from the drowned world’s womb. Yet now the sleekest blades descend on high – the slash, the rend, the price of new delicacies. Precious squalene to be sold and rendered to our latest craze, as tidal-ghosts lay banished, born now to emptiness, ruin, pain. This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found that fishing for oil and meat drives deepwater shark and ray decline. The ..read more

In the clawed grasp of forest’s end a continent breathes – exhales the green inhales the dust, bare as bone the earth beneath. Trees fall in deafening silence, as in their shadows death’s vectors swarm – blood-sailors casting off against the tide. Some spared, others bound by birthright, by geography, by wealth. Here lies the tale of stolen lands, of broken deeds yet to touch the soil of truth – where children’s dreams are fevered, by fate’s cruel hand, defined. This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found that deforestation exacerbates the risk of malaria for the most vulnerabl ..read more

Clouds gather like ancient gods converging, conspiring, shedding secrets of the coming floods. Twilight’s blankets cluster, tightening ranks over belted waves to seal their pact in vaulted skies. This bloated congregation now flails with righteous pain, carving sodden welts through fraying skin. And the earth drowns in tears it never thought to shed. This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found that cloud clustering causes more extreme rain. Around the equator, heavy rainfalls can lead to flooding, affecting millions of people and causing significant damage to homes and infrastr ..read more