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 23, 2012

delicious

he digs his fork in and quickly twirls
the occasional 'a', 'an', or 'the' flying wildly to the side..
in his haste to get in the very first bite

no expectation.. just delight
he devours adjective, adverb, verb, and noun..
gulping down each sentence and phrase

and then
he slows..
his voracious appetite in check,
now savoring every last ingredient
every texture and layer
every sentiment and thought
flavor and scent mingling.. teasing the palate

words flow and the story unfolds
rolling easily now over his tongue
his plate clean..
temporarily sated

this glutton grins
and asks for.. more!

 
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  1. JCApril 23, 2012 at 6:10 AM

    ever wake up at 5am and have to write?
    well.. here i am.. birds regaling me with their morning song, the dogs serenading me with their dualing snores, as i wrap up exactly how i feel about reading each of you.
    i can never run fast enough to read you all..
    i have spent a lot of time running.. usually away from stuff. it is nice to have something to run.. to.

    i am overjoyed that each of you are sharing this experience with me.. and i am deeply honored to be in the presence of great writers.. yes great.

    so i raise my plate..
    MORE!

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  2. RosieApril 23, 2012 at 7:49 AM

    Lovely writing! Delicious poem, exactly!

    What a great way to start a day. I woke up to treats this AM. First place I go to.

    such bright spirits in my journal companions. The sun comes out where you guys are.

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  3. reeseApril 23, 2012 at 9:19 AM

    JC...
    This is super! I'll have seconds too!

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