An apocalyptic poem today that tries to capture the atmosphere of a world collapsing in various ways. The title is the name given to one of the largest ever extinction event’s in the Earth’s history, long before that of the dinosaurs.  The predators are returning to the cities; their gleaming eyes flit through rubbish dumps… Continue reading The Great Dying

In a strange land, everyone does what he must. As usual, the bird in my dream was a dove covered in blood that sat on my clothes rack, preening itself, spattering my shirts red. I catch and devour small kindnesses as if they were locusts full of the ripe fruit of domestic life, but for… Continue reading Diaspora