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 9, 2012

tourniquet

she said she never knew what love was
         ...never knew it could be like this

still tormented

i wait for the numb
i wait for that dull nagging pang to just.. GO

and embroiled in self denial
bruised and weakened
she whispers
i still love

i hear her sweet voice laced with melancholy
slicing me open
and what little life is left coursing through strangled vein
rushes eagerly to escape

there is no bandaid big enough
to stop the bleed

******
today i need to remind myself.. compressed compassion

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8 comments:

  1. RosieApril 9, 2012 at 12:20 PM

    hold still, you've pulled out your stitches again.

    Plink, plink, sew, sew. ties a frayed knot.

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  2. SharonApril 9, 2012 at 12:52 PM

    JC
    Prontosan Wound Irrigation Solution and Gel are clear, odorless wound management solutions intended for moistening and cleansing of acute and chronic wounds or burns to help reduce necrotic burden, control exudates and remove foreign material.
    As it applies to you...The important part of this treatment is it reduces the necrotic burden...the dead stuff you should peel off, and it controls the seeping of healthy serum while you try to heal yourself, and it removes (just imagine!), it removes the foreign material, the parts that are not you, the parts that did the harm, the parts your body needs to slough off.
    Or you could use my tears...

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    1. RosieApril 9, 2012 at 5:52 PM

      hands her a hankie. :)

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    2. RosieApril 9, 2012 at 7:08 PM

      Sharon, I love the analogy once I understood it. the parts that you need to slough off...

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  3. reeseApril 9, 2012 at 11:02 PM

    JC...
    Two sheets of paper (or a front and back with one sheet will do)
    Weigh your feelings out one-by-one!
    Then you make the decision...

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  4. SharonApril 9, 2012 at 11:08 PM

    Tourniquets and compresses, a hard way to love! There must be easier ways, JC.

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