Submitted by Lucy Anne on Mon, 11/05/2012 - 18:35

Hello all! As some of you might have noticed, I have been absent from AP and all of the internet for awhile now. My family are out of power from Hurricane Sandy (today marks a week) that swept through our place. We have no heat, no stoves, no lights, etc. So my sisters and I are staying at our grandparents' place right now since it is sooo cold at our house. This is what I wrote while watching Hurricane Sandy rage outside the window last Monday. I just want to thank you! If it weren't for all of you AP-ers, I would have never wrote this poem or any at all! Tell me what you think.

The Stranger

Submitted by Taylor on Wed, 01/28/2009 - 22:12

The cafe is empty. Or nearly so. For all ten tables, there are only two men and a woman. The younger man of the two, dressed in a pinstripe suit, grey slacks, and leather shoes, is certainly here on business. A book rests on the table in front of him, cracked open about two hundred pages in. He appears distracted, agitated, a little nervous. Once he took out his phone and made a call. The voice on the other line, faint and obscured, was that of a woman. A girlfriend? His wife? A boss?