I write to be able to live a little longer after my death. I write because I can't sing. I write because sometimes I want to read something beautiful that I can't say out loud. I write so that life doesn't seem so ugly. I write to escape from everything and to return. I write to keep myself from going crazy, more than that. I write because it's the only way I can talk to my beloved dead people (except in my dreams). I write because life keeps telling me Memento mori. I write because Ovid, Catullus, Horace, Dante, Virgil, Chaucer, Villon, Rimbaud, Whitman lived, but also in spite of them. I write because sometimes I'm lonely. I write because it is one of the pleasant ways to waste my time. I write because I don't know how not to.
Peycho Kanev (he/him) is the author of 12 poetry collections and three chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Rattle, Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others.
