Spending some time painting on a bee box for a family member who wants to start Bee hiving. Not sure what the official name of it is called. Each side of it has a different picture. She had asked some of her friends to paint one, so when all done their will be all these … More BeeBox
hey there sandman. I see the salt at your feet. The tears that have dried that now you push aside. Piled high like mountains in your way. And i wave until the sunrise steals the last of you. Eyes too much to see. they do not sleep. A mind cannot rest when it wrestles with … More Sandman
it’s too late to talk. To write. To think. I have a headache. It’s 3:49 am. December 6th came and went. Like it always does. But my son’s memory is forever. Two years now since he moved on to the next world. And here I am stuck. i am trying to get unstuck though. I … More HALF
INTO THIS DEEP 