
All East Village residents have broken hearts over the tragic event that occurred on 2nd Ave and 7th st. yesterday.

All East Village residents have broken hearts over the tragic event that occurred on 2nd Ave and 7th st. yesterday.


I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing – a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process…

Beautiful Dora basking in the setting sun.

Rumor has it that she may have laid her first egg!

“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression;
of something beautiful, but annihilating.”
— Sylvia Plath

“Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.”
― Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

Cormorant taking a walk.

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!
– Paul Laurence Dunbar