The Gift Of Writing Is To Be

The Next Move Is Always The Test.

I Credit Poetry For Making This Space-walk Possible.

There Is Risk And Truth To Yourselves And The World Before You.

Believe That A Further Shore Is Reachable From Here.

Once Off The Bush The Fruit Fermented, The Sweet Flesh Would Turn Sour. I Always Felt Like Crying. It Wasn't Fair That All The Lovely Canfuls Smelt Of Rot. Each Year I Hoped They'd Keep, Knew They Would Not. -blackberry Picking