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!

Sunday, March 4, 2012

They were 8 strong.

When the moose got to the edge of the lake, he took a leap and became airborne.   BJ caressed his neck hump with approval.

The circle of friends clapped with approval and delight.  The moose and woman were soon out of sight flying through the air above the lake and past the shore.


JC jumped to his feet, spilling Amy out onto the deck, in a sprawl. Amy stayed on her knees and crawled forward a few steps across the deck..  Reese started after BJ, stumbling down to the waters edges, taking long strides at a fast clip.  Fly got up and slowly stashed his flute away safely and looked over at Gwennie touching base with his sister.  He went over to Amy and helped her up.   His hand lingered on her arm longer than was necessary.  Her arm shimmered in the moonlight, her aura giving off sparks and whistles into his ears.

Rosie pulled out her binoculars and trained them on the lake.  "I see them!"  She produced a low thrumming in her throat that echoed across the lake.

The moose took a sharp turn and returned in a long glide, skimming the water just low enough for BJ to put her feet into the lake and kick and splash with her toes.  He came to a stop, hovering, 12 feet off the shore, facing the crowd.  "Come on in, the water is warm," BJ giggled and slid off her moose perch to plunge into the drop off at moose side.  She came up and bobbed up and down, an expert at treading water.  The second time she came up for air, her dress had floated off her, leaving her long brown hair to wet down her shoulders.

Reese started to enter the water fully clothed, but Rosie called out to her.   JC had shed his shirt, his PA shirt sleeve tan and white back and shoulders stark in the moonlight. His pants were off soon after, wadded in a heap on top of his shoes.  Without a glance back he leaped off the pier and came up chest deep with a ripple sloshing the shoreline.

Amy and Fly were much slower to react.  Fly sat down on the edge of the dock and watched the pair of swimmers form patterns in the water that rose out and spun in the sky.   Amy pulled off her shoes and stuck her toe in the water and processed the feeling.  Her toe was caressed by the wave made by BJ and Jc's splashing.  Tracers and residual visual effects fascinated her as she watched her toe move back and forth.   She was totally focused on her pretty little foot.

JC dove under BJ and surfaced up with her expertly sitting on his shoulders.  The water dripped off her in merry little splashes.   He twirled around with her on his shoulders twice and bounced over to the waiting moose and put BJ back on the moose's patiently waiting flank.  He crawled on behind her, holding on with his untanned white thigh muscles and a hand round BJ's waist.

The Moose took off again, skimming the water like an organic jet ski.

This is going to be a long night...Rosie thought and smiled to herself.





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