Tag Archives: Roger McManus

Slanted Definitions 9

Addition – When the spoons and forks won’t talk to the flatware Polyester – Anna’s sister Eyewitness – One who has to be questioned on what he saw, using hand signals, but even then can’t be expected to answer. Cannibalism … Continue reading

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Writing: What It Takes to Get Published?

Journal log entry – The walls are caving in. Have you ever felt numb in your head, like: “I don’t know what to do.”? These past couple of days, I have. I’m not sure what to write, and that happens … Continue reading

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Not So Rock Solid

How does a rock get in a shoe? People contemplate the cosmos, and life and death … but I wonder how a rock gets in a shoe. I mean really, I’m just walking down the street and all of a … Continue reading

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Good Health

First they were told by the surgeon general that sitting upright while eating would decrease their lifespan due to the food pounding on their stomach from a vertical drop. So the people began to lie crooked and hunched over, reclining … Continue reading

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The Winter Thaw

Journal log entry – Jogging in place, staring out the back window of my living room, I can see the polyurethane netting I’d hung last year, stretching from pole to pole as a barrier between the critters ranging from deer … Continue reading

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Slanted Definitions 8

Snowboarding – A means of torture carried out in the winter (as opposed to waterboarding in warmer climates) Homesick – Only good for a commercial property (Unless you are a snowboarder, then it means: the best place to live) Preventive – … Continue reading

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My Adventures in Nashville Land (Continued … Again … Once More)

It was eleven thirtyish, bordering around midnight. The halls of the Opryland Hotel and Convention Center were empty except for me and a four foot tall, thirty pound potted plant in one hand, and a twenty pound mirror, which could … Continue reading

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My Adventures in Nashville Land (Continued … Again)

“Y’all,” I didn’t know when I began saying it, but I did. It wasn’t a means of me fitting in; it was more of the “in” fitting me. I just woke up one day and it had become part of … Continue reading

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Chalked: Part 17

One of the junior officers at the precinct slapped the side of the ancient television to remove the static. “And now a continuation on the breaking news from Lexington Station in Manhattan, magical trickery, high tech illusion, or is it … Continue reading

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My Adventures in Nashville Land (Continued)

He was either gay and aggressive, or he was going to kill me. I’m sure that got your attention. I was in Tennessee and a long way from home … and wasn’t I just like those many that had fallen … Continue reading

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