Dear Humans,

Last week we wrote haiku. Counting syllables to fill each line was easy enough, but setting a scene and then turning to a specific image proved a bit trickier. Even more difficult was making that image surprising, yet somehow still familiar to your readers. 

But that’s the writer’s job: to notice the little spots of beauty and surprise in this world and point them out. And for readers nothing is more pleasurable than being shown something you’ve seen, but may not have noticed. Or that you’re seeing again in a different way.

Literature humanizes us because it reminds us that we are not alone in this world. We share it, and it is possible to see it through another’s eyes.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt