Environment

Save the Earth

A poem

The ground hums with warning
The Earth is heating us to oblivion
why?
Atrocities, shout the people…

Me and the Earthmovers

The childhood full of dirt and encounters that I would never forget

Fast

A Poem

I’d lose this pain
sooner rather than later
I know I am supposed to get up
but the pirate voice
of change scorns…

Standing in a Forest

A POEM 🌳

I am still standing in the

Dust & Wildfires of My Home

What is dust but a billion sparkle-particles of something / lost

No stillness bring

Speak to me of ancient stone,
shriveled husk and brittle bone,
iron earth and speckled clay,
gnarled wood and salty spray.

Renewal

Evergreen trees renew,
while winds blow vehemently,
across pungent seas,
at the verge of passing down memories.

The Squirrel

Dublin street art by Artur Bordalo