…in other words, my darling Andrew decants his latest brain-flowers in this, the latest guest post.

Peeling Thunder warned us of coming storms. The raven hovers nearby when he is not sitting upon my Fury looking into the reflecting glass. Great in mythology, feared by the other springtime birds with newly hatched babes, the black bird wails on about tomorrows that we fail to glimpse. The great bird of change with messy bowels that move upon my Fury and leach her fine coat. May the rains wash away the elders and clean my path.

{Wind chimes}

{Enter a man, dressed in a name-brand suit, dancing like a court jester}

He is high on the dollar, doing the wallstreet wiggle. An Indian braids his hair. The raven startles and flies into the air beating his wings and belting out two bleating cries. And the rain falls down.

Sunshine and Lollipops

Photo: raven, by flickruser seaniz. Thanks for letting me use it!