Why Do You Write Poetry? – alicia sometimes

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alicia sometimes is the latest bunny to jump into the headlights of the tricky question that I habitually put to poets and yet never deign to answer myself.

Her answer went up on The Blue Corner a while back. Here ’tis.

Meantime if’n you want to have a crack at answering the same Q, please leave a comment or get in touch via email like the older folks do.

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