The Next Move Is Always The Test.

My Body Was Braille For The Creeping Influences.

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

Poetry Is Always Slightly Mysterious, And You Wonder What Is Your Relationship To It.

It Is Always Better To Avenge Dear Ones Than To Indulge In Mourning. For Every One Of Us, Living In This World Means Waiting For Our End. Let Whoever Can Win Glory Before Death. When A Warrior Is Gone, That Will Be His Best And Only Bulwark.

Even If The Last Move Did Not Succeed, The Inner Command Says Move Again.