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!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Steel Cut Oats

Puck a...puck a...puck a...
I almost hear the bubbles of steam
over the hum of the microwave.
Steel cut old fashioned oats
becoming edible, becoming...
the flavor I remember,
the texture Mom made,
the memory of the past.

Three minutes, half power
Two more on full
Careful!....Watch now!
Round and round
The edge of the bowl is seen
through the latticed screen door.
When the mush rises, nearly spilling
Open the door, shut it!

Open the door, shut it!
Open the door, shut it!
Every time...up and down
Up and down,
the new cereal on its journey
to becoming...
the old fashioned ...
Like me!





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  1. SharonApril 4, 2012 at 1:42 PM

    My daughter introduced me to steel cut oats on my last trip to LA. I've been watching them cook every morning since. Lately, I am thinking about the contrast between my mom's time and mine, a lot! I wonder what she thought about as the cereal bubbled in the pot she stirred.

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    1. RosieApril 5, 2012 at 5:34 AM

      In the microwave? I had no idea one could cook steel cut oats that way. I thought they were the old fashioned kind you has to soak in spring water on the back porch overnight before cooking in an iron kettle over a woodfire. Dang.

      hmm. We didn't get a gas stove till 1955, so the term 'cooking with gas' meant something to our family. Did you ever hear that term?

      It was pretty nifty back then, when the change occurred.

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  2. SharonApril 5, 2012 at 12:18 PM

    Yes! 'Cooking with gas' meant you were 'up to date'!, 'the cat's pajamas', 'top drawer', 'smokin' hot', Oh! no, that meant something else! (grins)

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