I am trying to pry open your casket
with this burning snowflake.
I’ll give up my sleep for you.
This freezing sleet keeps coming down
and I can barely see.
If this trick works we can rub our hands
start a little fire
with our idenification papers.
I don’t know but I keep working, working
half hating you,
half eaten by the moon.
– James Tate
How I became a writer… Well, it happened so easy and not solemnly, that no one hadn’t even noticed. I could say, it happened accidentally. And now, when it is a reality, sometimes I think I did not become a writer but I had always been him.