Jennifer Cooke

from Apocalypse Dreams it’s the end the end of the city end of your city which is also a country ending at stake the city on shut down the city a military zone full of vigilantes we hide everyone hides …

from Apocalypse Dreams how shit would it be if the end of the world was a rave in the snow. yet here it is. muddy snowy footfalls & loud music & stoned eyes with drugs generated from beetroot compounds nicknamed …

from Apocalypse Dreams I did not expect to find myself at the end of the world camping. But I am and now naturally: the tent peg & tarpaulin are familiars of many before me, before us. A small enough encampment …

from Apocalypse Dreams The world is green and in flower, delicate but fecund So green it almost hurts: no deadness anyplace, not a twig Nor a fallen leaf but the bright greens of later spring and waving vari-coloured flowerheads. Everywhere …

from Apocalypse Dreams The democracy of water: shocking really in the stratified worlds we are losing. But these internal compulsions of tidal ligaments deeper, older than me and simply unstoppable. On the edge I consider these realities with the likelihood …

from Apocalypse Dreams on a journey i discover i have a magic power: i can make objects larger or smaller with my index finger though i don’t know which way they will go until i touch them. i make a …