Why I Write

Because I'm in love with language, subject to that impossible eros whose desire leads to anguish and pleasure, both unspeakable, yet leaving their presences everywhere in the text, their long, narrow footprints tracing a choreography that is my only mark of who and what I am. And my way of signalling to that most intimate yet independent of partners, the reader, who will dance away from me with my text in her arms, making up her own pas de deux, turning my fictions, poems, words into her corps de ballet.