• My Pencil Is My Paintbrush

    wrapped around my fingers, it becomes a part of me- an extension of my own limb

    muscles bending, twisting with wood, and graphite; it is me... more »

  • Silence Is The Enemy

    When all grows quiet,
    my mind wakes, and begins to gnaw on all of the day's gain.
    the jury is my thoughts, the witness is my heart.... more »