Poetry Books by
Whitney Aumack
Jack Barker wakes up at 5:30 on the dot every morning, regardless of how he slept the night before. He wakes up and drags his aging, aching body out of bed to do what he has done for the last… Continue Reading →
“I quit!” I shout at my phone as soon as the elevator doors open. I really wish I had a phone with a receiver to slam, it really adds to the dramatic effect. Four people with bugged eyes and dropped… Continue Reading →
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