A writer doesn’t write well
about the worlds he has never known
or the people
distant, from the fringes of his imagination.
He writes best, about what he has felt
about the worlds, within worlds
and the games, within a game
and the words that he knows, and none other.
So many of us feel inadequate, to write our own story, with the words we would use
or to judge our experience
to be talked about.
A writer must trust what comes to his mind
and not look for something else.
Family and friends
discover that I’m writing, and when they read my stories
they say, “Why are you writing that? Why don’t you write like…”
fill in the blank
the truth is, I don’t know why I write the things I do
I have heroes
a drunkard and a womanizer is king
a lover of nature, and a philosopher who went mad
the city and country have different smells and sounds
I don’t prefer one to the other
although, solitude is sacred
A writer should focus on the simple truths that he knows
and not worry about his own ignorance.
Someone with more education will tackle the big questions
while the writer deals with the small ones
that scientists, psychologists, and philosophers
like the little fishes, that stay small,
caught, and thrown back.
So, I write about the small fishes
that I know
and the small places
that I go
It’s my mud puddle, and I don’t care about the deep ocean waters
that I can’t possibly fathom.