Archive for September, 2014

Dear Human Hope:

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2014

It is I ,George Martorano and I have been clinging to thee for oh so long . Thus, today I try, try and try; the start of 32- years, caged . “The far away sound.The far away sound…..I and pen in the fourth-world night . Writing to strike hate. Writing for love. Writing less heart […]

Mud's Brutal Beauty [ Act II ]

Tuesday, September 16th, 2014

SCENE: The 2nd act opens….. More light directs to center stage. There, we see a makeshift structure of brown, earthen looking walls. There is a ladder up against the back wall. It is a simulation of a below-ground-bunker. A small place with few items: books, can goods, a few boxes of groceries on crooked shelves […]

Mud's Brutal Beauty [ Act 1 ]

Sunday, September 7th, 2014

SCENE: Upon the stage in low eerie light. Sits a small, broken down home; more of a shack. The windows have little glass, mostly they are boarded up. The front door is battered up too; looking as if it has been repeatedly broken into. There are some cinder blocks for front steps. There is a […]


Sunday, September 7th, 2014

My life….. The guard-in night Comes blood , falls the glisten tear, Where the cell-block melts light I beg for moon and star, I cry Heaven !….. Curse Hell ! Oh my love, my love ….. The guard-in night. By: George Martorano Copyright: 12973 8/13/14

SKY (part 2)

Sunday, September 7th, 2014

Sky sat there feeling a gust of cold wind embrace the room; the sound it carried was harsh, harsh as what was coming. With an exhale, Sky rose, crossed the room, and roughly slides back the closet door. There, in the very corner were women’s clothes. Sky quickly reached for a dark-blue, tight-fitting dress, tossed […]