The woman you promised

Ghosts. Ghosts everywhere. They hover on the autumn air, surrounding me, phantoms of my own imagination. That’s been happening a lot, actually. You’re not the woman you promised me you’d be. If I’m Autumn, then you are Spring: hope eternal, and allergies. Promises to come, but nothing substantial; fade into Summer, a land of broken [...]

Eating with the Fairies

I’m struggling to understand how to reach you How do I make you care? “You can’t make people love you”— well, I don’t want love. Or maybe I do. Maybe I want more than you’re able to give. Certainly more than you’re giving to her, more than you gave to him, more than you give [...]

I’ve been saying

I’ve been saying “I don’t need more friends” for years. Funny how, now that I want them, they all seem to have drifted away. Copyright © 2017 C.L. Mannarino All rights reserved.

How much?

How much do you want this? Enough to keep your day job? Enough to work every time you have a free minute? What are you willing to give up? Because you’ll have to say no, you know, and not just to the things you don’t like doing. We all only get 24 hours in a [...]

Give it patience

Give it patience Holy joy Prepare to be the author of your Love, A revelation, An opportunity. Be held And encounter love Weakness to victory, Testimony to healing. Walk with me.   Copyright © 2017 C.L. Mannarino All rights reserved.

Describing Frightened

It's worrying your fingers while you wait for the dentist to come back and give you Novocaine for a wisdom tooth withdrawal. It's being the last group to perform in a series of short plays, and realizing you can't remember your first line the second you get on stage. It's walking down the hall to [...]

Describing Sarcasm, #ROW80

It's the biting comment you make after someone in a position of power over you says something mind-bendingly stupid, and yet those in the room fall for it. When you roll your eyes and plaster a fake smile on your face, just so you can get through the conversation without screaming. It's the laugh you [...]

Describing Shame, and #ROW80

It's telling your best friend something private and secret about yourself, and then listening to her reprimand you for even having those thoughts at all. It's the hot-cold flush you feel afterwards, like the room is too big and too small all at once. It's the way you hold your hands in your lap, averting [...]