My Santiago

Why I write….

I write because I can, And because I can communicate what matters to me To the world at large.

But this is not all, By any means, no.

I write because I have to. There is no alternative, no rationality, no out.

From time to time I feel compelled to observe it, interpret it, to create it, to re-create it, to imagine it, to simply wing it,

Not for others, But for myself And in that there is an awe in Just how this happens.

Epiphany, is a word that comes to mind When I think about my process; The creative one. The idea or the notion will come to me, And the urge to write is then compelling.

I cannot imagine a world without writing.

The words spill out Raw, On the page And sometimes there is the desire To say too much; Although I full well know that less is more.

This notion of creating; This is mine, On that page And no one can take that from me; It is heady and all – consuming.

And then to have that creation Read and acknowledged and understood

From a different context, A person across continents, Across races and divides, Is awe revisited.