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, March 21, 2012

Just saw the topic...Duct Tape...here goes

The handyman we hired called it Duck Tape because it sheds water like a duck's back.  He even brought me some with that name on the packaging.  He was right!  And out to prove it!  I know it's Duct tape because it's used to splice pieces of duct together.  Or, so I was told by my dad when we were taping ductwork pieces together. I'm sure I'm right!

 I grew up in the superior 'first born' position. I learned everything just before my little  brother asked the questions. Therefore, he and I both  learned I was always right . ....this one's not going well. I'm not going to have much to show for my twenty minutes...I'm leaving it now.  Some difficulties with this write relate to my brother in this story .  He's gone now.  Another problem is the fact that duct tape was a joke between us. So  much so, that my last Christmas gift to him was a duct tape wallet!  Anyway...going to play DMT after I read the two duct tape posts. Sorry.




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  1. RosieMarch 21, 2012 at 8:56 AM

    We've discovered in our writing that the most innocent of themes can get us into dark memories.

    Duct tape wallet. of all the things. :D

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