Walk On Air Against Your Better Judgement.

I Rhyme… To See Myself, To Set The Darkness Echoing.

I Can't Think Of A Case Where Poems Changed The World, But What They Do Is They Change People's Understanding Of What's Going On In The World.

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

I Have Begun To Think Of Life As A Series Of Ripples Widening Out From An Original Center.

Believe That A Further Shore Is Reachable From Here.