guild

We are four, two boys, two girls. We sit at a round table, peek around the umbrella in the middle to see full instead of fragmented faces. We grip tea mugs and fiddle with straws and balance tableknives on their edges. And we talk—oh, how we talk.

We are four, an already-published author, two enthusiastic book-writers, and a haphazard short-story scrawler. We write lovely-woven fantasy, and intensely-descriptive historical fiction, and mythology, and balderdash. And we bleed words—oh, how we bleed.


We are four, sarcastic and intense and hilarious and deep. We breathe deeply in the evening air, contemplate the slow way the city lights up, shamelessly eavesdrop. We love God, and quality literature, and good movies, and family. And we live—oh, how we live.