Writing Samples

Twinkle twinkle; in the sky I see a ripple Space tearing time in half To my eyes it seemed quite simple In the nature of existence to look up not forward Toward more than four score and seven more years Sincerely, lore that fills us with tears   Distancing cadences pounding in the stars A credence though lack of faith Unassumingly contingent on gods we are Living in truth, they are tapering off experience Insisting the end of our synthetics A mock but omnipotent dissonance  

Young kites within dance spring smiles delicate Soft words floating off with tides drifting close Small steps subtle eyes kind dreams beloved Light touched ocean sand born of summer coast Tall trees aging slow gold leaves hardened oak White woods winter waltz gentle purple sky Short days fading fire warm tea autumn notes Love slow moments and snow for passing time