The news said it's raining in New York.

I weep in sadness, wallow in despair, and then anger reigns.

The real thing.

Out with the old...

Earth laughs in flowers.

Warning! You may be squooshed!

And then it took a turn for the worse.

I took a walk...

The sky is low, the clouds are mean.

And with Spring comes...

Is it so small a thing, to have enjoy'd the sun? To have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.

Grapes. And blood. Lots of blood. And fairytales. And more blood.

A new chapter