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 3, 2012

lasagna..

the seduction began in the kitchen..
food is love.
and i can whip up some love..


we both worked late hours
she was in retail management and on her feet all day
we would roll in about the same time

cooking was not a passion for her
so i gladly took on the role.
and usually within 30 minutes dinner was on the table

i remember one time, not long after she had moved in with me..
she had the day off of work
and had decided to make dinner for me..

i came home and found her crying on the kitchen floor
she was trying to make lasagna for the first time ever..
and the noodles were falling apart and ripped
i sat her down at the kitchen table
kissed away her tears
and we made lasagna roll-ups together

best lasagna i ever had




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