Why I Write
By Elizabeth Smith To peek into someone else’s world or create a new one altogether. To cast down the golden calf of logical reasoning, of charting the past-present-future on a graph without sentiment . To warn myself against myself, through logical reasoning. To prevent my becoming a broom continuously removing my children’s cracker crumbs. To rest my legs. To give voice to the bees in my brain so they might not hum so loudly. To give myself a morsel. To share a morsel with another.
