Why I write? Why do you write?

I can at least attempt to answer the first of these questions.

I write because I can clarify my thinking through the placing of pen on paper. I can express my emotions and remember that I did feel like that. Sometimes I feel so cold towards people that I need my poems to serve to tell me that I’m not that cold and distant. That I’m part of the human family and that I share the universal human condition which is simultaneously frightening and comforting.

The inevitability of death the only certainty we can plan for, the rest is up to serendipity and our own belief in ourselves…