I’ve just read your entire piece and I hear in every line a voice that reminds me of something I can almost see but since I am not looking but looking past what is right there in front of me, the blackbird, the crow, a godforsaken human being, someone just like me. I am looking but what I see I hear are arms flailing and there is nothing left, just the damn bird staring right into my eyes and then I know that is what looking really is . . . . .
You know, Serena, I love your writing and I love this. This piece hit me hard. Maybe because right now I am not in the best frame of mind and just that phrase “frame of mind” tells you how bad it is. But somehow it is better now and I am hearing sounds I had almost forgotten were there. I am grateful.
So, now comes my customary declaration: you are and will be a writer. Go to business school or become a lawyer or work for the Center for Capitalization of POVERTY, you are a writer and will find your way there. If that were my legacy as a teacher, I would be well satisfied. Hey, the sun just jumped into my eyes and all I see is rain.
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