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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 […]

Describing Openness

It’s wanting to go out, until you actually get asked to do something, and then saying you’ll go anyway because didn’t you just want this? When you’re out, it’s reminding yourself why you’re there, and not at home. It’s reminding yourself that you wanted this, […]

Describing Remorseful

When you get angry at someone for disagreeing with you, and you snap at them without thinking, it’s the feeling you’re left with after realizing you were wrong. It’s the feeling you get while you’re pacing the room, running your hands through your hair, and […]

Describing Hesitant

When you enter a dirty bathroom, it’s the reluctance you have to touch the stall doors, or the sink knobs, or even use one of the toilets. It’s the uncertain look you pass to your friends as you try to decide whether or not you […]

Describing Embarrassed

When you’re making a presentation, it’s forgetting all your lines, and your materials, and becoming hot, and sweaty, and panicked while a group of bored, impatient, sympathetic, and tired faces wait for you to either begin, or walk away. It’s seeing someone wave to you […]

Describing Terrified

It’s throwing up before a show and feeling like your guts have just all pooled on the floor. When you run into a group of hardened, tough men at the mouth of a darkened alley, it’s the white-hot heat that seizes your throat, and collapses […]

Describing Energetic

It’s the splash of fresh-squeezed orange juice in your glass on a Saturday morning after a restful sleep, with the sun shining through newly-cleaned windows. It’s the leap and spin of a young ballet dancer breaking in their first pair of pointe shoes. It is […]

Describing Inspiration

It is the flush of heat that comes over your cheeks in the middle of the day, probably during a boring class, or an overlong meeting, or a family reunion that couldn’t go more wrong. It is the punch-drunk giggle you emit when a brilliant […]

March

Copyright © 2013 C.L. Mannarino All rights reserved. The trees are people, Their branches are limbs and Their twigs and leaves, Fingers and fingernails. As the cold melts into the bones of the earth, Their twisted root-feet rise from the ground, Crashing through the chilly […]

February

Copyright © 2013 C.L. Mannarino All rights reserved. The snow begins to Thaw, And soft rain Trickles Across barren tree limbs, Down To the rich, solid earth Beneath Slush piles and patches of Ice. Touch my hand in Old age, And fade into the Low […]