Published in Decades Review, January 2015 (< link to full text; please go to page 29 of the PDF)
"Flashes of recognition from someone else’s life. You. Me. Human. Alive. Writing. Those should all be synonyms. We write, therefore we are. We write, we read, therefore we touch. Bump. Without hands or shoulders or any physical part, we collide, slump to the floor, and eye each other. I know you, I say. Will you know me?"
Dedicated especially to Chila, whose book sparked off this piece of writing, and to all with whom I have shared a brainstorm. Love you.