Ruderal Playground

a derelict still 

king of the mountain 

upright on hill

of rubble 

flowering still

 

Epic Poetic Longing (Revised)

Always expressing

Never enough 

Words to explain it.

 

 

Oxymoronic Virtual Poem

When it entered in- 

Cognito, the room fell deathly 

Silent and with tongue 

In cheek, it was in 

Deed deafening.

 

 

The Weight, Enlightened Over Time

We write 

Because we cannot 

Bear not to 

Bear witness how 

It lightens us, 

Time after time.

 

Homecoming Song

--for my cousin, the silent one 

In the stifling 
Heat of this, the longest 
Day of the year,

While incessant cicadas 
Fiddle fickle time away, 
Just as your coffin is 

Being lowered, to hear 
From out of the shadows 
Of wind-swept cypresses, 

That one lone 
Nightingale's uplifting 
Air!