no one really knows
no one really knows
what next they will be doing
'til they’re in the midst
no one really knows
what next they will be doing
'til they’re in the midst
struggles to create
your will to be manifest
life of an artist
alcohol and cheese
happy hour commences
weekend has arrived
spider in the drain
comes for a morning visit
rinsing coffee cups
buzzing in the air
as bees disperse to forage
an apiary
a moment to breathe
find solace at the day's end
two dogs and a porch
the anchor of truth
core of our society
impeach the bastards
slowly take a breathe
boredom is underrated
an idling day
i lay thee to rest
scattering pieces of my heart
how to say goodbye
on the gravesite wind
amazing grace and bagpipes
with the tears flowing