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

{[ Who Knew Too.. ]}

Soft little giggles and sighs were heard from Amy as Jc's face began to turn beat red. Fingers entertwinned only momentarily as they rose themselves up off of the ground. Jc looking down at her with those piercing sky blue eyes. His mouth barely moving as he looked to her. Speaking in baritone voice...


"Where would you like to go..?"


Amy just stared at him speechless. Tilt of her head and shoulders raising in a complete I don't know state. Her thick soft pink lips working out a few soft words...


"Take me where you want to go.."


Jc took a slow nod of head as he bent down to pick up his walking stick. Standing all to quickly with back to Amy as he reached out other hand to take hers in his. Each others hands slipping back into one anothers once more. Amy looked to him as he looked deep off into the distance, turning her head to see what he was admiring so.


Day was slipping into afternoon. Beautiful golden hues covered the sky as the sun slowly worked its way down. Momentary silence between the two as they stared off into the distance. She clenching her hand tighter in his trusting he knew were he was going before they set back to the cabin were Rosie and Reese were impatiently waiting on the two..
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  1. SharonMarch 20, 2012 at 3:44 PM

    Oh! This writing group had some fantasy going on before I showed up! Geez...don't know if I can write fantasy. Well, that's not true...I'm sure I can. But, to what end? Just to get it out in the open...Like Reese's drug fueled camping trip at the lake that Fly flew in for. Oh? That was real? Wow!!!! :)

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