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Climate of Lost Hope

The ghostsParadeTo the soundOf acid rainAs the bombsSlamInto the barrenSoilWhile a fewRemainHiddenAloneWithin bunkersAt lastPraying for changePrayingFor one more […]

November 20, 2020 PBF, poetry, writing

The Last To Die

Lungs burning for want of oxygen,the toxic gases kiss away what little life was left in him.He felt […]

November 7, 2020 climate change, microfiction, vss365, writing

The Climate of Things

There is a small bead of hope, of doubt that slumbers within all of us,a ghost sang to […]

November 4, 2020 climate change, microfiction, vss365, writing

The Vanishing Forest

Captalism spied a small seed that looked like a gem.What a prize, she thought as she reached out […]

October 30, 2020 climate change, vss365, writing

Oh Look It’s a Sky Blanket

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The Best Kind of Days are the Over Cast and Cloudy Ones đź’š You never know what you […]

July 12, 2020 clouds, photography, writing

Wings of Change

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Diana was stuck. Who should she choose? She eyed the ballot. “Hurry up, girl. The voting tree will […]

June 25, 2020 microfiction, photography, writing

To My Father

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Happy Father’s Day

June 21, 2020 photography, writing

Where are all the trees?

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Trees disappear everyday to make room for ”progress”.

June 13, 2020 photography

The Queen Requests all Faeries to answer her call.

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The faery community is on the hunt for the roof thief. Currently, there are no known suspects. The […]

June 10, 2020 photography, writing
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