The Ship: a poem

We find ourselves on a shipDrifting through an endless oceanNo one can swimNo one can steerYet we follow a steady course We find ourselves on a sinking shipTaking on the ocean’s waterThe port men scurry about with their bucketsBailing out the waterSearching for the leak The starboard men, of their own free will,Take their bucketsContinue reading “The Ship: a poem”

The Line: a poem

Los Angeles burned to the groundThe Line must go upAmong the ashes, bodies foundThe Line must go upTiny plastics in my bodyThe Line must go upPrivate planes for glitteratiThe Line must go upMass extinction all around usThe Line must go upCombustion fumes still surround usThe Line must go upRecord breaking summer heatwavesThe Line must goContinue reading “The Line: a poem”