I write to connect to the place between the tip of my pen and where the inked letters on the page reunite me to my reader self.
I write to resurrect a long ago summer when as pre-teen I read Shakespeare: I understood almost nothing, but the moment, something woke my mind.
I write to conjure the summer night when a teenager, I read Jane Eyre by candlelight on a sofa in our Pleasant Avenue, East Harlem tenement during the first New York City blackout.
I write to speak
I speak to have a voice
In the narrative conversation
I write for a sense of connection to
A sensual body/mind experience
Like as Owsley Acid trip
I write to feel whole
Citizen in the world
I write to READ.