If the Earth could speak

If the earth could speak what stories would she tell long, slow sagas of formation and reformation continents separating and joining drowning in order to rise again crusts clash along fault lines and trembles run through her pressure deep inside explodes in fiery destruction wiping the slate clean and starting anew   If the earth…

Sacred Nature

Trackless forest Ferns cluster thickly against mossy trees Dim shadow interrupted briefly by shafts of green-gold light Smell of growth, decay, water and soil Life and death in endless cycle Breeze shifts leaves whispering as they dance Small creatures forage Woody litter rustles softly under tiny feet Twitters and chirps sound from the branches flurry…

Enjoying Doctor Seuss

Theodore Geisel used the pen name Dr Seuss to write his books, mainly children’s books. However Geisel was known also for his illustrations, cartoon work and animation. He was not a doctor, his pen name being purely fictitious, and his books have become famous over the last century, even being adapted (with mixed success) to…

Review “Timescape” by Gregory Benford

First published in 1980, “Timescape” won the Nebula Award that year. It is a science fiction novel, dealing with ecological disaster in the year 1998. There seems to be no way to resolve what is happening, but technology that uses tachyons allow researchers to attempt communication with the past. In 1962, a scientist starts to…

Ghost city

Faded city, silent city buildings loom eerie, white on grey, shadow people pass, faceless, noiseless rushing nowhere in such a hurry there, and then gone traffic is mere wisps of movement blurs of vacant motion I can’t quite hear I can’t quite see nothing comes into focus nothing is clear no colour, no life only…

Sacred spaces

Plastics choking ocean, killing life chemicals poison soil and water like children who won’t clean their room humanity makes the mess bigger deciding it’s all too hard the rich would rather have the money and the rest, who cares what we say while our children wonder how long til we choke on our own rot…