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!

Thursday, May 10, 2012

10

this is more than love. it is the freshest breath.. the warmest glow.. the most touching.. moving.. beautiful.. real.

i sit here with furrowed brow
puzzling it out
wrapping myself around what is right before me

i come to this.. freely

TRUSTING

i weep!
i am no longer a young impetuous imp..
i have lived..
i am a man with wants and needs.. and so much more to offer
and love has evolved..
this is so refreshingly different..
and intensely deeper

understanding!
sorrow tempered by this sweetest gift!
sorrow no more!

and she..
she who softly smiles.. eases all my pain
she who smiles.. smiles because... she knows

in those tenderest moments
my heart is ripped to shreds
and i lay myself before her
open
trembling

and sometimes
it is she who trembles..
and i tell her i love her..
and i smile at the greatness
the unspoken

sublime

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