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...grrr

Anger…grrrr

Today I was Tonking. Tonk is a card game…low hand wins. After not being successful for a few (like more than 3) hands, I decide to move on to another Tonk group. I entered the room and the host says “hey you fu.k leave”…”Reese, get the fu.k out of here”…”Reese, leave…we hate you Reese”. I asked…How can you hate me when you don’t even know me? The more they begged me to leave, the more I was determined to stay put! and I did…I told them they were very disrespectful to me when I first arrived in their room. This did not seem to bother them. There were two…one on my right and one on my left…I was smack in the middle and not budging…They did not own stars so they could not kick me. Had I been host, I would of gladly kicked them and would not have closed my eyes while doing so. Then the host says, “I will just keep extending til you leave”. I, still standing my ground replied back “I don’t care, I have all day”…Then the host says “you must not have a life if you can sit here all day”, I said nothing….then the host says “you must be a lazy n”…..then I started to see red red red!!! I was filling with anger…I was clenching my teeth…my body was turning into a stiff board…my exhaling was deep…then the host turned and said “ok, we’ll play Reese and take all her money”…..well, I let the clock run down to 1 and I high tailed it out of there. No way was I going to chance losing to them little snot nosed twirps…
After I removed myself from their room, I wish I had stayed…I wish I had taken down their names…I wish I had a full bar of Lava Soap…
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  1. RosieMarch 29, 2012 at 9:00 PM

    lol Reese! I"ll look on your profile page and see your recent opponents. we can stalk them.

    Muahahaha!

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  2. SharonMarch 29, 2012 at 10:35 PM

    This reminds me of a battle I had with some snots who wanted me out because I was old....I stayed, and stayed. I told them to kick me if they wanted to be rid of me. But, the host didn't, even though he was leading the nasty drawing and curse words. I stayed, and stayed until I felt kind of foolish. Then, they all left and the host sent a friend request! I figured they just wanted to follow me so I didn't friend 'em. But I kinda wish I had. I want to be the 'bigger' person. More magnanimous.

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