A New Day

cool breeze autumn sneeze breath torn asunder at the end of summer as a burnt umber face cries to look at the skies but all i c...

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...