Snow is diamonds for a faery’s feet;Blithely and bonnily she trips along,Her lips a-carol with a merry song,And in her eyes the meaning… Life is sweet!

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly...

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks

And instead of dying Immediately after they shot him, he would go on to survive several days solely because of the cold that January. Maybe that’s why we are drawn to those who posses the...

I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories’ grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.

And I couldn’t tell my mother to fuck off.I’d be killed.

I am in no mood to fulminate on paper–I wish the two of us were in a room together talking of what matters most, the air thick with affinity. In January a man crawls into...

I really look forward to that insane hour that we spend together. I really do.

It’s January and I’m kicking snow off the ground. I just threw out the flower you made me promise to water, handle with care, because I was too careless, you said. Careless with things and...

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.