By Tom McKelvey Date: 3 February 1999
Furious prose tears itself from her fingers, as she signs to her friend. While I watch in amazement from my seat on the subway, words fly invisible but beautiful, like butterflies in flight, floating effortlessly. The silky flash of fingernails signal, to a silent world. Shouting to our deaf eyes "I am!". I wish I knew the words she throws, passionately, into the world.