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

musta been pretty thirsty

oli is a good dog.  i call him mclovin.. lately, scamp.  he is my trouble child.  so sweet and lovable and cuddly one minute and the devil the next.  he's a lot like me. 

his brother, bax, is the sage one.  bax the curmudgeon.. my tumorboy.  dog never leaves my side.  i used to leave collars on the two of them.  but oli has a habit of grabbing bax's collar and leading him around the house.  bax is a stubborn pug.. you can imagine how well that went over.  so goodbye collars. 

yesterday i came home to dog food all over the kitchen floor.  bax lying on his side in a nearly catatonic state of overstuffed bliss.  i tell people all the time, that dog could eat himself to death.  apparently, i was wrong.. but he tried! 

i should know better than to leave anything on the kitchen table.  but on one occasion, i left a case of water bottles.. still shrinkwrapped in plastic on the table, and went to work.  came home, fed the dogs, took them for a walk, made dinner, did dishes, sat at the table to write out the bills.. oli hops up on the table to see what im doing..

i look up to give him a swipe off the table when i notice something odd.

every last bottle of water was missing its cap. 

hm. 

what the hell? 

i look closer..  there are teeth marks. 

you gotta be kidding me!

i look closer.. there's only a small tear in the plastic.  and the caps are no where to be seen.

i look at oli.  he looks at me.

i look at bax.  i swear that dog shrugged.

to this day, i can not for the life of me figure out how he managed it. 

all 24 bottles .. decapitated.


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