MANO's Borrowed Words, writer's POV

Halfway to Heaven

I want to make it clear that this story doesn’t end with me floating across the Labrador Sea, between Greenland and Newfoundland, looking for an Island called Kittiwake. How I didn’t end up there began with me trying to exercise some atrophied muscles.  You don’t need a personal trainer to tell you that doing nothing…

Tammi and the Toymaker

Her day began to slide out of control with the presentation of underwear.  Skimpy, low-rise panties, to be exact.  It became obvious in retrospect but at the time, held high, a pair of dusty, plump hands in the leg holes, it still felt like a game.  A heavy thumb print marred the panties’ perfect whiteness…

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Heartfelt Analysis of Fred Wilson’s Ouevre

In a career which spanned more than four decades, Fred Wilson wrote thirty-four novels and one travel bio.  This may sound like a lot.  In the scope of literature, however, thirty-five books is neither a singular nor a particularly impressive feat.  Stephen King, for instance, has written over fifty best-selling novels and is still publishing. …

The Man with the Swarm of Wasps for a Head

-How long have you been having these feelings?             -Episodes.             -Episodes, if you prefer.             -I’m not sure.             -You don’t know which you prefer?             -I don’t know how long I’ve been having the episodes.             -Tell me about the first one you remember.   David sat in the waiting room flipping through…

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Blood Will Out

Those lists you see of things you’re supposed to do before you die, many include spending a night in jail.  I suppose the thinking is something like, you haven’t really taken anything to the limit if the cops haven’t noticed.  Arrested at Mardi Gras for being too drunk, that’s funny.  Protesting something you hate, that’s…

Rounding Our Little Lives

We are such stuff. As dreams are made on; and our little life. Is rounded with a sleep. -Shakespeare, The Tempest   I see the mundane disintegration of myself and my wife in pictures taken over the course of two decades, beginning with the videos.  By today’s standards the camera is an antiquated, laughably bulky thing.  At the time,…

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The Final Run

Kease knew he had to ease up on the throttle but he could no longer think clearly.  The street rippled before his eyes.  The sound of his cycle, once as familiar as his own breath, screamed beneath him like a banshee.  His head pulsed against his helmet, his body ran with sweat.  After hundreds of…