Ever watch a butterfly touch down? There’s no screech of tyres or smoke puff, just the fractional stopping of time as the selected leaf o...

morning has to come at some point. you are the sole pedestrian measuring the length of the body trailing your shadow under the street ...

It all comes down to the division of land the subtraction of trees the addition of fertilisers the multiplication of wheat the sum tota...

This is Omran. He is alive. He sits, face bloodied and tearless. He sits, his five year old body too little For the orange ambulance seat...

The video is a slightly shortened version of the following poem. When a tower falls elsewhere, the ash settles in my city. I study how...

If I had a child I would tell them Hold your stars in your hands You never know when someone may tear away your sky Remilekun (Fiji) ...

When I reach the first glimmer of the sea my heart sings. Is it my sea-faring DNA welling up or the sheer beauty of the day? Gone from ...

what tiny wants to put here for a moon Jackson (Western Australia) Written with the Magnetic Poetry Kit