Bleeding eyes pointless tongue a hunger sized from what we’ve become drifters bingers sleepers in the rough tough luck to midnight singers and swingers off the cuff'cos reason has gone from the treason of none - but a few - so roll between finger and filthy thumb. The Millennial Ecologist
Dull light from an unremarkable dusk breaks through the black storm clouds above, strolling through the front windows to throw a bruised, naked glow over his slumped frame. Sat lifeless at the kitchen table, he watches his crude, home-made water filter dribble every stagnant drop, his heart beating to the same brutal rhythm. Pooling in … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Plastic Rain
“I looked up to the tree and sounded a desperate cry, receiving nothing in return” - anon. I stumbled through town with an eye of consternation at the throbbing, toxic hum of modernity that strangles our existence. The blazing lights and blaring horns of passing lorries – the ferocious street lamps fighting against a simple … Continue reading The Tree Stands in Protest
