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!

Thursday, March 29, 2012

anger

anger is something i can easily write about. 
im happy right now.
it's a rare, unfamiliar.. unwieldy feeling.. happiness.

anger is so much more my home.

well.. it was.

now i question that statement.

anger is learning that my dad gave my brother his credit card to go on a 'long haul' to ny state from ohio with one of his buddies.  (whatever that means.. cuz my brother doesnt 'do' anything) and upon his arrival home.. ignores my dad's request to return the card and doesnt offer to pay the $2000 tab.  they were gone 2 days.

btw.. he didnt bother swinging down to visit me.. i was only a couple hours away.

anger is coming home and finding my parents' belongings.. photos.. clothing.. books.. paperwork.. artwork.. and other things in huge piles in the basement.. sopping wet..........completely ruined.  my sister in tears.. my brother beligerant and blocking the doorway.. his wife smirking out from behind him..  my dad.. still too grief stricken to care.

anger is finding my girlfriend had slept with my brother.. no mistaken identity.. you cant fake the lack of a limb.

anger is sitting in a hospital room, for a week with sister and mom.. thinking dad wouldnt ever recover from the cerebral hemorrhage..  and no sign of my brother.

that's just the short list of anger.
my anger is wrapped up in my brother.  i cut the tie.. but the anger.. lingers.

today, in my happiness.. anger's stranglehold.. is temporarily faded.
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2 comments:

  1. reeseMarch 29, 2012 at 9:08 PM

    JC...
    I am so sorry! So much in life means everything to you but means nothing to others. That is what makes you special.

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  2. JiniApril 13, 2012 at 4:04 AM

    Such strong words and emotions. Sympathy welling up like a tidal wave. Love this.

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