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 22, 2012

you KNOW it's JC

laughter fills my days and fills my nights
laughter.. i live on it
it keeps me going

i find so much in life.. hilarious

if you find my personality infectious.. listen to me laugh
its contagious
its loud
its boisterous
its who i am

i live in one of those neighborhoods where kids grow up and move down the block from mom and dad.. they just never leave.  one chilly october night, im out back on the deck drinking beer with a few of the nabes.  we are rolling in laughter.  the dude next door to me was so drunk he was starting to squint and wobble.  i knew he hit his limit as soon as he started singing Toni Braxton's Unbreak My Heart in his gawdawful howl.  im laughing, as usual.  everyone is laughing.   lady across the street is over.  her son lives down the street.  her cell phone rings, and i hear her say..

'yes.. you KNOW it's JC'

he called to find out if it was me laughing so loud.  his house was sealed tight, he was in the front room with the television on, kids were playing video games.. and he heard me.

9 doors down.
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