“Intermezzo Summer: Observations of an Absurd Writer’s Group” a poem

Intermezzo sunshine, never skimpin' on the fun times. Walls white, clean like an Apple Store, and everybody folds in place like the wings of a paper crane and everybody logs-in to this multiplayer game. Pearly eyed poets and wrinkly fingered writers, rambling, peanut butter and jamming to soft indie rock, feet tapping, pens snapping a … Continue reading “Intermezzo Summer: Observations of an Absurd Writer’s Group” a poem