Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Alphie

I always say I dont play well with others.. of course, in jest.  I play really well with others.

When I was a kid.. my sister had cool stuff..
she had all my ma's old records
and art stuff
and games
and she had an Alphie robot

she didnt share.  she didnt have to.  she was the only girl.
we had to share everything we had.. us boys.
we shared a room and clothes and toys and up til dad built us our bunks.. a bed.

so I was curious about her stuff
and I didnt care if she got mad that I was snooping around her room

I stole her Alphie and hid it in our closet
I played with it when no one was around..
I dont know how long I had it before she noticed it was gone.. but it was days

I remember the day she found Alphie..
she let out a blood curdling scream and ma went running up the stairs. 
I creeped up the stairs slowly, curious what was happening.
my brother didnt flinch, just kept watching TV.

I peeped in the doorway to my room, and there was my sister bawling her eyes out in ma's arms.
poor Alphie was in a pile of screws and nuts and bolts and springs and stuff, all over the floor of the closet.
I swore to her I didnt do it.  I didnt.
she never believed me.
that night, my dad put a hook lock on my sister's door.

it didnt matter, I would never steal from my sister again.  Im not saying I never snuck in her room again.. lol.. I just never left anything out of place.  Im fairly sure my brother and I had discussed dismantling Alphie at some point together.  apparently he didnt want to share either.
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