April 7                                             Kismet Gefilte Fish with horseradish. “Though April showers may come your way, they bring the flowers that bloom in May…. It isn’t raining rain, you know, it’s raining violets.”* I want…

 April 2 written in february at the vineyard. lemon clouds on a sundown sky the snow is a thing it breathes  it is a paintbrush the ice stalactites frozen time. what is this place? i don’t know who I am. i wake up here, i live the day, i go to bed.  i’m not really…