Sam McManus

September 4, 2014September 4, 2014

Settling

She sits sideways Fragile as dust Waiting to dissipate If the wind shifts Tears dry from time Slipping swiftly past While dreams fade Replaced by settling Deep inside her bones Where love died And she was born From its ashes These charred ruins That decide her fate Cool in desert air Detached like his voice … Continue reading Settling

September 3, 2014

Dear Journal: The 1st Day

Dear Journal, My two girls headed off to school today for the first time as students in the same school, Alexa off to third grade and Madeline entering school as a kindergartner. And I’ll admit I was a bit apprehensive for both them and for myself. It’s all about potential in the end, I have … Continue reading Dear Journal: The 1st Day

September 2, 2014September 2, 2014

Rain Reflections

The rain drums against my window, hard, that staccato rhythm numbing in its purity, in its steady beat. It is sweet soul music in the midst of my agony, while my world falls apart. It eases slightly, each drop sliding haphazardly down towards the sill, twin to my tears that slip onto the floor from … Continue reading Rain Reflections

September 1, 2014September 1, 2014

What I’ve Learned from Bucky

Yes, that’s a cat, and the fact that his ears are eternally back should tell you all you need to know about Bucky. Just like all cats who share a home with dogs, Bucky takes out his frustrations on the simpleton Satchel, who is a mutt and proud of it. They are the erstwhile stars … Continue reading What I’ve Learned from Bucky

August 31, 2014

1989

“What is this? ’80s music day?” “Actually, it’s 1989, all day baby!” “Well, I lived through this music once. Why are you forcing me to do it again?” This was a conversation this morning between me and my wife, who tends to like her own combination of music regardless of decade or individual years, while … Continue reading 1989

August 30, 2014August 30, 2014

@Honey’s

The place used to be a warehouse. That much is clear. With its exposed beams and flaking brick interior it almost could have come straight out of a book by Charles Dickens. But it isn’t sitting there unused and abandoned. Instead there is a line outside full of couples leaning against its side, chatting and … Continue reading @Honey’s