Noticing The Outside Looking In
I think (/realise).
Why Teaching In Animals Is Rare
Enough poetry: enjoy some science writing for a change.
The Treasure Of The Pied Crow
Pied white ‘n dull-green ‘n shim’ring black, treasuring the trove you’ve gathered.
From A Manufactured Perch, Road-Riverside
The fire of the dragon’s protest-flame marks only its self ‘n message.
The Floating Harbour: Chapter 11 & Epilogue
The air’s electrically-lit between each of the eight trees – their roots breaking the grey and moss-green, late-night, cobbled surface.
