Endless aspiring intention, called to the love of a blossom
In alabaster gleam and scarlet tears of dew,
The ceaseless evanescence in ebb and flow, in
Times sated by the breath of a lover in distant sands
Of hourglass hunger, in need of seconds and tumult,
Allayed in perfect measures of
- - - I have been writing since I was eight years old. I have published in a variety of magazines and I love to see my work in print, especially if i can influence the reader to a moment in time, a thought, a feeling, perhaps a distant memory of something pleasant or inspiring. I hope you enjoy my work.