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
Living in the age of the Anthropocene, Capitalocene, or the multiplicity of other terms - one thing is clear: we have entered an entirely new era, defined by our relationships in the world. Industrial anthropocentrism has been dashed on the rocks of ecology, with the destructive consequences mounting like bodies on a medieval battlefield.So as … Continue reading The Millennial Ecologist: Who are we?