But the most important harvest, after gleaning for frumenty, was the blackberries.

Hish! Hish! God goes among the world's blackberrying.

Blackberry vines pushed up through solid concrete, forced their way into polite society, entwined the legs of virgins, and tried to loop themselves over passing clouds.

There are moments when the body is as numinous as words, days that are the good flesh continuing. Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.

We Are Strong! We Believe You!