Who is this "AnteUp" who has read my blog through all of its revisions and renamings?

lurking "AnteUp"
her irony like a shiv
splits ribs, kills pleasure

Neptune evening
a shower of warm diamonds
falls on nobody

"our dying day is
many days' dying away" --
humous sleep draws nigh

valentine roses
blackened at the hips next day
went and lost their heads

rain in November
traces trickling tickling lines
warmed with sorrow's brine

the frost on the pane
grows five holes beneath my touch
but through none you come

oh when you call now
your voice is December frost
snapping oldest boughs