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!

Saturday, March 3, 2012

who knew

Jake draws a blank while writing and asks Sara if she wouldnt mind taking a hike through the woods to get the brain ticking.  they hunt for big gnarly walking sticks.. so easy to find in the big woods.. and decide to head west.  they take in the peaceful quiet of the woods.  leaves crunching underfoot.  they come out at a finger of the lake and find a big rock to sit and rest.  maybe ten minutes pass when their quiet solitude is interrupted by a loud rustling and a snort.. 

not twenty feet behind Sara stood a huge black bear.
in a split second.. Jake grabs Sara throws her to the ground and lays ontop of her.

don't move. he whispers
she doesnt say a word.

they could hear the bear sniffing around.. getting closer.

um.. i have to do something.. forgive me. he whispers
BWAP..P..P
damn Jake.. did you rip your shorts? Sara quietly giggles.

they could hear the bear moving away.  quickly retreating.

apparently, bears arent fond of farts.
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