How I Write Why I Write
 by Dion 

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This is what I write. What I write comes from my hand with a struggle and a joy. This is about the tenth page I have ever written besides, "How are you. I am fine. The weather is nice..." letters. I have stopped putting my name on what I write because I just want to write and want for it to be read. What I write comes from a place without a name. Sometimes I tremble when I write. Tremble like the leaves in the wind. Sometimes I move while I write. Move like the wind through the leaves. Sometimes when I write standing at my desk, by my bed, and standing at my tool bench at work, all becomes still. Once in this stillness it was as if I had left my body while I wrote and now I am afraid of some of my feelings, of what others will think. Now I am embarrassed and alone again. Alone like a single flame in the night. Sometimes I think I must stop writing and just be or I will die from my feelings. I so much want to live. I want to be life. I will probably not try to sell my writings, at least not to the highest bidder. I will not sell my soul. I will only give it. What I write is what I give of myself. That is how I become unalone - by sharing my soul.

Fresno 1990

{All Dionysos Maskaleris writings copyright or copyright pending}

 

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