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!

Monday, February 27, 2012

{[ The Goddess I Once Was ]}

~*The Goddess I Once Was*~



Long ago I believed to be the most beautiful and wanted woman in the world. Men groveled at their feet for me. Couldn't take their eyes off of me. My seductive and lusted ways always kept men wanting for more. Begging for more..

I was beautiful like no other woman. Long flowing thick chocolate curled tresses held tightly upon my head with band. To show lightly toned milk skinned neck. Small little tangles hanging loosely that would blow softly against my neck as the wind blew.

Deep forest green eyes the window to my soul. Thick pouty lips just begging to be kissed. Full voluptuous breast, men couldn't take their eyes off of. Pefected shaped body  identical to an hourglass. Legs...legs that would go forever.


I was made from the bloody tears of my father, crying into the ocean mixing with the foam. After my eldest brother Kronos castrated him. I even once had a husband, the ugliest of all the gods.

He was a god of metalworking. He made me a piece of fine jewelry which adorned my neck.This item just made men want me even more for the powers it witheld. I adored my sexual accounters with my consort Ares God of War.

I had many affairs with men mortal and devine. Even sirens that would keep men held for days and weeks for my liking. My name was Aphrodite Goddess of Love, Passion, Sex, Beauty and Procreation.

http://www.theoi.com/Summary/Aphrodite.html

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Side Note..I've always been fond of Greek Mathology,
studied it in school.


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