A New Day

Cruelty to animals, licking at their back? Will he turn into prince so fine or have jowls that just go slack? The garden that ...

Wherefore art thou Spring? Snow has clung to the air despite a change in calender and no alter to the attire  of mine Searc...

Swimming in the last few drops of yesterday's sweet suns squeezed from your skins stamped from your hearth as I greedily swill you ...

I have been writing and publishing posts at a New Day for four years now. In fact, this month I will celebrate my fourth anniversary of cal...

A day of rest?  bah! Lou Reed keeps me company as I scour corners, cleanse counters and discover dark niches  that never see ...