A Poem

At this time of the year,everything begins to gel. We are a community at long last. Everyone is busy reading or writing,absorbed in their play/work.Even…is huddled in the cornerwith a brand new copy ofThe Wimpy Kidor a newly stapled bookabout some character ofthe imagination. There is a quiet hum,the laptop,the rustling of the pagesof a… Continue reading A Poem