Mike is the kind of kid who likes to get things done. In a room full of poets and talkers, he’s the one keeping an eye on his watch, keeping us on task. He tells us it is 8:30 p.m. Outside, winter’s first snow is mercilessly whitewashing our campus and here, in this basement classroom, I’m sitting at the head of the table, and Mike is sitting to my right. This is a weekly editorial board meeting for Quarto Literary Magazine and we have a lot to get through tonight.
