Preludes (2008)

Viennese sunset sweeping violet under the auburn rug,
burning stone titans carved into angels.
The cooling breeze trickles among the clamoring streets,
stopping a moment to listen, then flowing a moment to remember.
The opera the blind woman howls,
the juggler on his cobblestone stage:
"The louder you go, the better the show!"
- these are the moments that Strauss composed,
dotted-eighth laughs and quarter-rests of awe.
These preludes wrap my hand, wrapped in her's,
wrapped by centuries lit like clouds
heavenward bursting.

A Human's Requiem for the Gulf (2012)

Dawn broke with an anxious cackle, darting for looks behind the heads of clouds already with a good view of the incident: shuffling, whispering, and offering low moans that tended toward schadenfreude more often than sympathy. It was all the water could do - water that flowed in celebration of the birth of every person who made this possible – all it could do to swallow the poison it sucked from the wound, having nowhere to spit it. Fish and birds, knowing fear from birth, but lacking the imagination to conceptualize evil, died with great pain but no anger. It was indeed an unfamiliar thing for the ocean to feel as murky as the minds of those who derive their hope from 30 second spots. The sky and wind didn't even stop to think how damaging this would be to the economy. Too stupid, I guess.