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 8, 2012

{[¥ Secrets To Share And Miles To Go ¥]}

I have a tiny box, smaller then the eye can see. This box is all mine and it's deep down inside of me. I keep the contents closed with paper and tight twine. So when I open this, I'm sharing to you what's mine. Perhaps my words will keep secret as I have done so long. But I know my real friends here won't do me wrong. I'm not easily read so please move along, if you can not handle me for I have done many wrongs. I don't share well with others, unless it's food of some sort, for which that is shared to JC for fun and good sport. I'm really happy to be doing this although I'm deeply afraid. Does that make much of sence...I hope I can fix that some day. I bet your thinking the rhyming is corny..but would you rather me be horny?? Don't answer that, if-in you may. Ok along to the writing and I'll see you all another day.                                                                                                                                            
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[[ It's been so long ago or at least it feels that way to me, when I found out that I would not be an only child anymore. I remember waking up every day waiting on my new sibling. Someone to play with, someone to tell secrets to, someone that I could share my toys with. When I went to school I would talk highly of the new excitement that was to come. I also told a little fib that got me in big trouble with my teacher as well. All that excitement got the best of me, obviously. I told teacher that mom was having a girl, when I knew I was going to have a brother all along. I didn't want a brother...ick..back then boys drove me nuts. Pulled my hair, snapped my bra, even touched me were they shouldn't had. I grew faster then the other girls in my grade which later caused me back problems, surgeries, and a few boys getting sent off. One day out of the blue teacher called me out of the room into the hall. Uh oh here we go..rolling my eyes on the way out I already knew what was comin..and yes it came. Teacher had sent a note previously to my mother congratulating her on her soon to be baby girl. Mmhm, I was caught alright and yelled at by not one person but many. After that little issue Jamie was born. My brother, my big headed brother. Haha we joked that he had a big head, big head with a lot of brains. I was jealous of the "boy", I will admit for a while. He got all the attention, while I started in on manual labor. I learned real quick that if I wanted to keep the head on my Barbie doll that I needed to share it with the big headed kid. And even then the doll would get covered in drool and baby food. Not to long after the fun of one brother another mysteriously appeared from the sky. Jody the maracle child. Mom got her tubes tied but the tard tard doctors got her chart mixed with someone else. So...one brother, two brothers..that's just for little demon children to come about. And omg were they demons when they started walkin. I would have to dig bars of soap out of the fish aquarium while they sat back on the couch sharing peanut butter jelly sandwhiches while laughing histarically at me. My brothers...I wouldn't trade them for nothin. ]] ..
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