Sam McManus

August 7, 2017August 7, 2017

Losing Touch

“I’m in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I’m losing touch. Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom. It must be true.” ~The Killers Look around you. These are the people who survived. At least for now. A “friend” of mine recently posted on Facebook that he was doing widespread cuts … Continue reading Losing Touch

August 3, 2017

Hey, Zeus!

Silent letters have always perplexed me. As a huge proponent of the English language, I can’t help but consider them my friends, but it’s more like in a “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” sort of way. Why name her “Sarah” when you can name her “Sara”? Why is it a “gnat” instead … Continue reading Hey, Zeus!

August 2, 2017August 2, 2017

This [Static]

I’m getting tired of excuses Wafer thin, paper delicate Platitudes masking apathy Disguised in finery Yet naked to the touch These bankrupt conversations Mere shadows of concrete Lies of convenience Dancing through these tears Like Astaire in the rain Like consequences unpaused Waiting for night to fall For this bed to catch my weight This … Continue reading This [Static]

August 1, 2017August 1, 2017

Bunk Bed Theory

Growing up, I wanted a bunk bed. It didn’t matter that my room was no bigger than a postage stamp (somehow this was true in all three of the houses I lived in as a child), or maybe it was because of the diminutive size of my room, but regardless, I wanted that damn bunk … Continue reading Bunk Bed Theory

July 31, 2017July 31, 2017

Learning to Listen

“Listening is an art that requires attention over talent, spirit over ego, others over self.” ~Dean Jackson Listening is a lost art. Believe it. There’s something to be said for sitting still, giving eye contact, and nodding along, not because you’re waiting for a chance to speak, but because you care enough to be there. … Continue reading Learning to Listen

July 30, 2017July 30, 2017

These “Next Times”

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.” ~Andy Warhol I am a creature of habit, a slave to each and every one of my tendencies, which is why they’ve become tendencies for me in the first place. Sometimes I recognize when I’ve fallen into one of those routines, … Continue reading These “Next Times”