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

{[ Farewell Great Friend ]}

We all..are loosing a great friend on Wed.
A friend that makes us laugh and giggle
When he draws black hair first..

A person we all have known to stay
up late at night just to see his waving little
arms.

I will never forget the way..we played
draw my thing.

Jukun Sia....our friend.

A guy that I have came to care for
and joke and tease with.

Even tried to draw as he. There is no way.
He is unique in his own special way.

Drawing, music, and pool his has mastered,
and now to be sent away...


I'll really miss him..calling me "MMOOMM!!"

Farewell J Zai..


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Oh my friend you’ll leave me soon,
Words might not be enough to tell you
We’ve shared many unforgettable moments
&every day was full of fun and enjoyment
You laughter your talk and smiles
Always lifted my spirits high
Was always there till the end
As time will pass & we will all be a apart
From my heart your memories would never depart
I’ll miss my friend who always was there for me
I’ll miss my friend who always cared for me
But hope our friendship will tie us together
Wherever you will go, I'll miss you to no end
With hopes and dreams your making your new life
A thankful heart and a wishful friend is here to see you take flight
I’ll Miss You!
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