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!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Anger; Shouting match in my mind

 Shouting match in my mind this morning.

Who the f*ck do you think you are?  Going off this morning and not telling me where you were going?

I was asleep.. SO! ?  


You did What?!!?   Why?!!  Oh never mind ,  just...   give me a  moment. 

=rubs her head.

Oh honestly.  

There goes that dog again barking.  So shrill.  So loud.

And so were you dear wife, this morning.  Good thing it was all in your head.

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Smash, there goes the bookcase.  Damn, do you get it now? I am upset!
Smash, there goes a good cup.    Damn that was a great cup. 


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Brinnggg, brinnnggg.  the phone is loud as f*ck at 12:48 am.

It is a customer for Danny @#$%! bike business?

Yelling at me.   Are you nutz?

Biggest grin in the world how that conversation turned out.
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White anger at my grandfather's funeral.  What did you call my husband?  A freak?
Let me at Mom.  Let me at her....

Let go of my arm.  Let me just get one punch in.

Picks up a dirt clod from the grave and pitches it across.

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You sunnabitch.  Are you laughing?  Pushes the shopping cart into her heels.

sorry.  Innocent look.

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Yeah I slept with your boyfriend . 




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