The night was cool and dry, with only a handful of clouds peppering the dark skies, allowing stars shine brightly through the window shades. Marcus Gaynes groaned sleepily, turned halfway around in his plush bed, shifting his weight to the side with a grunt and cursed, his arm searching for the cell phone on the bedside table.
Author: Moriel Schottlender (Page 1 of 4)
You know all about me
Even the things I hide
You nag
Daily
But you never judge
You’re yelling at me, destroying my concentration, as if I need another distraction to pull me away from my writing. Your undulating howls tear the air angrily, impatiently, mercilessly stealing everyone’s attention without regards to what it is they have abandoned for you. I wait for the whining to pass, listening to your wails, waiting for the tantrum to end so my brain can resume its function and concentrate, once again, on the page in front of me.
No matter how many times I try I can’t stop constructing Poems
as if they’re injured stories
with broken sentences
Julie Thorn is a secretary at a big corporation with an annoying boss and a boring routine, until one day she gets a telemarketing call that changes her life forever.