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!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

the nabes

i got tons of nabe stories.. who doesnt

middle of the summer.  lying in our apartment in r'ville.. our bedroom window facing the bathroom of the nabes.. its friday and i have to work early in the morning.  they are partying hard across the way.  and it gets quiet.  whew.. finally gonna get some sleep. 

HOOOOWAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!

i never heard anyone throw up so loud in my life. 
we got a fit of giggles so bad, i think the bed moved a foot out from the wall.  good times.

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i barely remember Hershel.. the old man who lived next door, on the corner.. when i was a kid.  but i remember the huge candy bar we would get every year at Halloween.  and i remember my sister talked and sang to him a lot.  always smiling. 

ma said she left us all out playing in the backyard when we were just maybe 3 or 4.  the yard was fenced in and she was doing dishes and watching us.  she lost track of my brother.  searched high and low.  now frantic, she calls the nabes in on the search.  Hershel found him lying in the private alley out back of the house, face down in the gravel.. butt up.. fast asleep.  how the hell he got there no one knows.

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i got nabes with 3 kids.  2 girls and a boy.  they all talk to me and i tease the hell out of them.  toss water balloons out my bathroom window at them when they arent lookin.  hose wars.  god summers are fun around here.  the oldest girl is shy around me.  her mom told me a couple years ago, the girl has a crush.  she was 7 at the time.  so adorable.  so i asked her mom if i could take her out for ice cream some time.  on a 'date'.  i got the nod of approval.  i call katie up on the phone and ask her out for ice cream. 

complete silence. haha.

her mom says,  just say yes!

whispers.. yes.

she wears her prettiest dress and we walk to dairy queen and i buy her ice cream and we talk about school and stuff. 

i remember what it was like to have siblings.
the next day i took her brother and sister for ice cream too..

really good times.
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