Poetry: Necromancer
I am not a necromancer
I don’t talk to the dead
can’t call me on
your ouija board
I won’t resurrect
what I’ve buried
beneath my flowers
I am not clairvoyant
I can’t...
Poetry: ‘And We Shall Inherit The Earth’
I have been witness to Holocene unheard of.
Where we walk, dead flowers wane in wilt,
filling our footsteps with their shrinking corpses
like the marks of...