I am so thrilled that my interview with the Author Alliance has gone live! I loved the way it opened, with this question:
I understand that your father was a great influence on you becoming a writer?
I started telling stories and composing poems before I knew how to hold a pen between my fingers. My father, a poet, writer and artist, would write these for me, and even quote words I invented. He would ask me to help him rhyme his poems, and later on, when I was twenty years old, he asked me to give him a selection of my poems, for inclusion in a book of poetry he was about to publish. I regarded my poetry as an intimate expression of my feelings, in response to which he said: “Uvi, once the ink leaves the pen, once the words are on paper, they do not belong to you anymore. They belong to the readers.” So I relented, and he published my poetry. Now, six years after his passing, I have returned the favor, and published his work–the work he kept away from everyone during the last two decades of his life–together with mine, in the poetry book called Home. Home. A simple word; a loaded one. You can say it in a whisper; you can say it in a cry. Expressed in the voices of father and daughter, you can hear a visceral longing for an ideal place, a place never to be found again.