My life has always been about writing. Already as a little kid, I knew I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. Words are my thing. It’s difficult to explain to people who don’t write why I enjoy doing it so much. Some see it as a complex intellectual exercise; others simply don’t understand…
A thought keeps hitting me on the back of the head. A thought that annoys me, angers me, upsets me. I want to get rid of that feeling but it keeps coming back, nagging me. Nibbling then biting, eating my flesh, wanting my full attention. I finally listen. Somebody’s been unfair to me. Who? A…
He bore a girl’s name. Camille. Short, blond hair, freckled face, brown eyes and a huge grin. Ten years old. Last year of elementary school before graduation to secondary school. That boy liked me. A lot. He used to play soccer during recess and he always yelled my name every time he scored a goal. He stared at me…
Sleep. Why do I need it? Why does it matter anymore? I want to drown in a pool of dreams and never wake up, until I’ll find an exit from my plight by leaving my eyes shut. I am the vessel that carries a new breed of thinking, never to be stopped by the boundaries…
Welcome to Dennis once again – he’s giving us more of his beautiful prose to read!! I’m very excited to have him on this platform, please follow him on Twitter @bydennissheehan and @dennissheehan. ***************************** There is something very comforting in experiencing a power outage. Earlier this evening the storm raged, wind, rain and hail. It…
Lost in a million year old fog, I climbed up the mountain, trying to catch sight of my prey. I believe it lingered by a crevasse after one of my arrows penetrated one of its front legs, but I stood too far to have a good aim at its heart. The white fur blended with the snow. I had…
Dennis is becoming a regular on the Manicheans. Please follow him on Twitter @bydennissheehan and @dennissheehan. Ladies and Gentlemen, Dennis Sheehan! ******************************** I painted a water color on paper which I entitled “White Nights”. I had painted many paintings before, some in water colors, some in acrylic and others in oils but none held the…
Exchanging ideas with a fellow tweep yesterday, who wondered what she could blog about, and she added “it needs to be about my childhood”, I asked myself: could I write a post about my childhood? I tend to let words take control and I talk about my current life, my stressful every day routine and…
She walks hastily, brushing past people like a lightning bolt. She doesn’t care about the rest of the world. All she wants is to get out of this mess. The crowd makes her sick. She can’t take their smell. Their eyes quickly wander on her face, staring for a few seconds before disappearing into the…
Happy Monday everyone! Today I welcome a guest on the Manicheans, Dennis Sheehan. Dennis has quickly become a very good tweep of mine. He’s a true New Yorker, but has lived in China and Russia for over twenty years, and his book “Purchased Power” is on my to read list. Without further ado, I present to…
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