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, March 27, 2012

bored...



High school sophomore year…

You know how it is when you talk about a couple…Rosie & Dan or Lucy & Desi or Jack & Jill…sometimes the males name come first and sometimes it’s the female.

Since there were three, I will refer to us as me, Pat and Fran.

Pat & Fran were a year older than me but we were in the same grade. We did not go to grade school together but we knew of each other. Our friendship grew stronger as we reached high school. We were together almost every weekend.

Pat & Fran despised school with a passion. They seemed to skip quite often. Fran lived right across the street from the school and they would “hide out” there for the day staying away from the windows so no passer-by’s would spot them and turn them in.

One day, Pat & Fran were caught…oh oh…detention time!!!
I was bored…my best friends were in detention…..what am I suppose to do while they are sitting in a room absolutely doing nothing and I was on the outside of the detention room also doing absolutely nothing. Well, Pat was seated in a chair visible to me so I would gesture something to her and she would just secretly try answering me with her eyes or one hand cuffed around the other or nod her head one way or the other trying not to let Mr. ___ see her..... Ahhhh…didn’t take long and Mr. ___ caught on and quietly walked to the door and stood right in front of me…motioning with his index finger to come, follow me.

I ended up in detention room along with my best friends but for disrupting his discipline room, he added an extra day of me sitting, alone, doing absolutely nothing and being bored. My friends didn’t hang around…



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