

A Poem to Ukraine with Love
“Why am I compelled to write?... Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and anger...
To become more intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself, to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy.
To dispel the myths that I am a mad prophet or a poor suffering soul.
To convince my