“The wind in my face blows so cold, I dedicate this poem to a man 40-years old…”

When I was 14, I wrote a poem called “Time to Play”.  Unfortunately, the book I wrote it in disappeared a long time ago, more than likely discarded as something childish and irrelevant in one of my moves.  Despite the years that have passed, though, the first and last verses are imprinted in my memory.

“One day this man will write about a teenager and his courageous fight.

He’ll look at me, smile and say – We’ve made it kid.  Time to play.”

This project is many things.  It’s a place to share creative endeavors and an outreach to like-minded people.  But above all, Guy Penn is a tribute to a 14-year old boy who dreamed of being writer, who believed that I – awkward, nomadic, floundering me – would be the one to rescue him.

Last April 2011, I turned 40.  Over 27 years had passed since I wrote that poem on a rainy night in 1985.

This website is dedicated to all the 14-year old poets in the world.  May your pencil always be sharp, and your dreams never misplaced.

Time to play.

Guy Penn