I Am Enough

The question that makes my chest seize; Am I enough? I feel the weight of judgments and ignorance and the general apathy of the world. it heaps on my like the final gift  of those who have recently departed. With the filth and dirt piling up on me, scratching and writhing around me filling my … More I Am Enough

The Block

I haven’t picked up a pencil in what seems like years. I seem to remember that I was good at it and that I found great solace in picking up a pencil and creating what was in my mind; anything that struck my fancy. When I was younger I wasn’t worried about my style or … More The Block