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, June 20, 2012

calling...

my brother

what is he to me
my reflection..
heh
looks like it.. but no

i suppose in some ways he is
i need to find a connection
why
i havent figured that out yet..

i called him on fathers day
and again yesterday
still no answer

i will keep calling
when and if he answers..
i know what i will say

but what i wont say is that im disappointed
..because i understand
..because strangely, im not

i wont say im angry or bitter or sad
..because im no longer burdened by.. his burden
'he aint heavy..'

i no longer pity him
he doesnt need pity
i have no idea what he needs
that isnt my concern
i know what i need
thats all that matters

can i forgive?
i think..
i already have
for once, im strong enough.

i may not like him
but i love him

'..hes my brother'.
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