I Credit Poetry For Making This Space-walk

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

The Appointment [in Harvard] Gave Me Economic Safety, Writerly Support, And Intellectual Self-respectplus Eight Months To Myself Every Year.

I Drink To Keep Body And Soul Apart.

I've Nothing Against The Queen Personally: I Had Lunch At The Palace Once Upon A Time.

Write Whatever You Like!