Annette Gagliardi

Going to Neverland They crouch beneath the table, small foreheads almost touching, deep in fevered conversation; they hide behind the couch, whispering short missives to each other;                       they take a stand on the Adirondack chairs in the porch, arms held high – imagined swords, light sabers, or rifles aimed—fiercely    fighting their foes. They […]