The “Where did everybody go?” Edition
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Quoted in the Grove:
It’s none of their business that you have to learn to write. Let them think you were born that way.
~Ernest Hemingway
It is perfectly okay to write garbage – as long as you edit brilliantly.
~C J Cherryh
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
~Douglas Adams
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The prewritten for Thursday, March 13 is: Write a piece containing the words: stagnation, harvest
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On the Glass Table:
Bartalk:
Legends of the Whale (Prose, previously reviewed)
Show Me (Poetry, previously reviewed)
Greenie: Daddy Mine (Poetry)
Quoted in part:
My soul song spills and my fingers tap
Tears falling down, on my breast, my lap,
I don’t read the words, they burn in my head
My vision all blurry, eyes growing red
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Prewritten (March 6): jury, splinter
Greymane: Scripted (Poetry)
Quoted in part:
The good shined around him obscuring his course
As the light slipped away from him on a dark horse
It rode into the sunset dragging his name
There once was a man who forgot his own name
Piffin: Untitled (Poetry)
Quoted in full:
This splinter in my eye; not good
Of that there’s little doubt
Is it metal?
Is it wood?
The jury is still out
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Impromptu (March 9): Due to a dazzlingly low turnout, the Weekly Word Games meeting ended early. No impromptu exercise was done.
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“And for a second there, we’d won. Yeah, we were innocent and young…”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qok9Ialei4c
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