Cold like a bullet, it rolls between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, that tiny jagged crown where the stem once was pressing a rough circle into my palate. It is so ripely firm it will not burst until I break it with my teeth. Then, oh! the tang and natural sugars, that succulent gritty pulp, the skin spreading flat to skin my mouth, that small explosion of rainwater, the taste of shadows.
Samuel Snoek-Brown 
I have a love-hate relationship with the blueberry, which is why I have been writing recently about Japanese beetles, I suppose…
Marie Marshall
writer/poet/editor/blogger
Scotland
Ha! The only thing I hate about blueberries is that there never seem to be enough of them. Of course, I love the Japanese beetle, too — such a beautiful insect!