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!

Friday, February 17, 2012

68

1987 gold tone isuzu trooper
16 year old kid in the driver's seat all smiles.. rarin' to go
41 year old woman in the passenger seat.. cool, calm, serene
43 year old man in the back.. looking rather nervous and tousled

sitting at the stop sign .. clark road meets the infamous 68

looks clear.. the kid puts her in first and eases up on the clutch, balancing between clutch and accelerator.. jerk.. jerk.. j..j..j..erk.. pop.. stop..

a highway in the middle of cornfields, so deceptively quiet looking.. and there they sat.

'holy shit..'

'JESUS CHRIST!! CARS COMING!!! CARS!!!
GET THIS F*CKING CAR STARTED!!!
GOOOOOO!!!!'

the white birthmark on the man's forehead starting to show as he turned redder and redder..

'relax, dear, you are making him nervous'

the kid quickly presses the clutch to the floor, starts the car, and eases into first..
haltingly jerking across the major highway.. just in time to feel the whoooooooooosh of passing traffic.

my dad never volunteered to help teach me to drive ever again..


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