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!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

If I could fly...

I'm so tired and stressed right now.  I ache in my shoulders, I ache in my feet, my knees give out when I walk.  My stomach hurts and stabs and my heart aches and nerves snap and crackle under pressure.

If I could fly, I would walk our dog, fast around the block, me skimming the trees and her on a long leash before me.


If I could fly, I would jump off high cliffs and plummet head first to the ground only to break off at the last minute and loop de loop.

I would circle the town where my son is hanging out and drop water balloons on him if he misbehaves.

I would pack a long lunch and fly across country and back again before my husband got home.  And when he said, what have you done all day, I would say,  "Nothing"

If I could fly, I would sew myself a long gown and appear in hospital wards hovering above beds telling people to not be afraid.

I would fly up into trees all dressed in black and hide quiet in the leaves outside windows and watch.

I would clean our roof and get the Christmas lights taken down early..

 I would glide on warm air currents and pick the ripest peach on the highest part of the tree.

If I could fly, I would climb straight up till the air got thin, and the earth got small and i would sing the most glorious song.
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