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!

Monday, April 16, 2012

bugs.. seriously?

orlando florida..  1979

'SHRIEEEEEEEEEK! PACK UP THE KIDS, WE ARE NOT SLEEPING IN THIS HOUSE ONE MORE NIGHT!'

next thing i know, we are all sleeping in the van.

apparently, my ma was trying to do a nice thing for my aunt by cleaning house while she was at work.  she was rummaging around in the closet.. and saw a palmetto bug.. or it saw her first and came flying at her.  poor ma, that was the first and last time i ever remember hearing her actually scream.  haha

*****

riegelsville, pennsylvania..  1999

'SHRIEEEEEEEEEEK!  WEN.. CALL THE LANDLORD, WE HAVE.... <gasp> COCKROACHES!'
she is dancing around and squealing and crying and if i didnt know better, i would have.. laughed.

what?  how?  are you sure?

Those people downstairs!  I knew they would be nothing but trouble! 

oh, come on...

I'M CALLING THE LANDLORD NOWWWWWW!

no, just calm down.  i'll call.

apparently, lydia was kind enough to help the older couple move some of their things out of their apartment that day.  what she saw sent her running, in a panic, upstairs to our apartment to check for signs.  sure enough.. we had the dreaded.. cockroach infestation.  one thing my ma and her completely agreed on.  cockroaches were the most disgusting, dirty, disease ridden, creepy crawlies on earth.  after the traumatic ordeal was dealt with.. i relayed the story to ma.  she said..

AT LEAST THEY DONT... FLYYYYY!! 

*****

as far as bugs go..  i think the most fascinating is the preying mantis.  i have encounters with them every summer.  i think i have a repeat visitor.  little dude likes the frame of my patio door.  he will come and crawl halfway up and perch.. watching while i sit outside, drink beer, and visit with the nabes.



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  1. SharonApril 17, 2012 at 1:07 AM

    It was fun to partake in the 'regular' way you guys work together to do the writing. It's nice to have immediate feedback. I can see the praying mantis.now!

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