The Machine by David Sparenberg This is the Machine. It is a brute device. Its singular purpose is to annihilate life. So thorough is the mangling of the Machine that individual remains of victims cannot be identified; entire species are often undiscernible.
A CLARIFYING NOTE on the MAGNITURE of CLIMATE CRISIS by David Sparenberg Much of my creative work these days (and indeed for decades before) is to address the mounting and sometimes engulfing Earth Crisis within which we are all entangled; which threatens us daily and overshadows the future.
A Celtic Romance by David Sparenberg A Poet of the Glen came to a high rock and sat atop it, with quiet sheep feeding around him.
Spring by David Sparenberg Storm sea of greenGreen of spring grassGrass over land
Old Age & Death by David Sparenberg Why do death-thoughts come aroundwhen recallingthe tender warmth of a woman’s body?Must every flower be fragile?Why does aging happenwhen reme
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