Quoted in the Grove:
I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.
~Van Gogh
Art allows people a way to dream their way out of their struggle.
~Russell Simmons
A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.
~Joyce A Meyers
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Posted from the Grove:
It has been the practice in past years for the Post & Review to take summer hiatus. Attendance falls as the season’s idyll charms away attendees at Thurs Word Games, and this editor makes mistakes in his hurry to join others in the fun. This is unfair to readers and to the staff who must surrender up their time to provide the quality issue that readers deserve. If individual weeks provide sufficient material to warrant publishing, then this editor will happily comply, and the Post & Review will appear in your mailbox.
Anyone relying on this newsletter to provide the following week’s Prewritten assignment can find this information on the Scroll centered on the Platform’s Glass Table. Further weekly communications normally included in the newsletter can also found here. Expect regular publication schedule to resume in mid-to-late September.
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Prewritten for Thurs (08/13) @6pm PT/9 ET is: radiance, orbit
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@Writers Platform
Prewritten: bench, perfidy
~Greymane: Tail Tolled
He traveled a lifetime to get here
and left parts he needed behind
Arriving at dawn
With his sanity gone
He lost the last peace of his mind
He journeyed through what he believed in
where perfidy piled up high
He waded his way
through the wounded decay
of humanity hiding nearby
He sold his awareness for whiskey
He found a replacement on sale
Confessing defeat
to each fool he would meet
who made room on the bench for his tail
Quoted in the Grove:
Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.
~Aldous Huxley
Grasp the subject, the words will follow.
~Cato the Elder
Words are timeless. You should utter them or write them with a knowledge of their timelessness.
~Kahlil Gibran
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Posted from the Grove:
Nature photographer Richard Sidey’s 7 minute video teases a sense of awe out of the wild, whittles it down to the size of your screen with no loss of its splendor. Some would blame this extravagance of beauty on God, but it took an artist of light to bring it to you.
Prewritten for Thurs (08/06) @6pm PT/9 ET is: perfidy, bench
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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:
~Piffin: Five Candy Haiku
Blue like a lizard
Swollen with sweet succulence
Jolly Rancher tongue
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Sorted by color
M&Ms Skittles Sweet-Tarts
An OCD treat
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Purple weak bitter
A good idea at the time
Pixie Stix Kool Aid
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Easter morning breaks
Rejoice in all Christ’s Glory
With mouths stuffed with Peeps
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Stick tight in my fist
Patience of a hummingbird
How many licks? CRUNCH
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Prewritten: I had the sensation of bobbing on waves, though I’ve never been on open water
~Greymane: “Sheltered”
Wash my soul from what I’ve seen and guide me back to shore
I lost my way somewhere between the horrors I ignore
I journeyed through the bloodied plains the lusts of man designed
And begged my God erase the pains I sheltered in my mind
I followed where my sorrow grows and feeds on my disgrace
I worshiped every path I chose that led me to this place
I witnessed dark and desperate things that no man should endure
Where any hope that mercy brings the shadows reassure
I called for winds to take me home and guide me to my peace
but ran aground in sand and foam adrift in my release
Like sailing unforgiving waves but never been to sea
They say religion sometimes saves yet never sets us free
~Piffin: “Metal”
I had the sensation of bobbing on waves,
Though I’ve never been on open water;
The air of fresh flowers on clean, revered graves,
Though I’ve never been that good a daughter.
I felt the elation of writing a novel,
Though I’ve never been much one to read;
Of curing starvation in hollow and hovel,
Though I’m friends less with giving than greed.
I had the conviction of a heart born to venture,
Though indentured am I to my needs;
The cool benediction of a mind free of censure,
Though I judge my own thoughts, words and deeds.
I held the clear thinking of a brain free of drinking,
Though I’m prone to partake and imbibe;
The calm in my breast from a full night of rest,
Though my nightmares I’m loath to describe.
I felt the instilment of lifelong fulfillment,
Though I’ve emptiness down to the bone;
Of grand masquerades, moonlit balls and parades,
Though, more often than not, I’m alone.
I brimmed with true friendship
A kinship
A one-ship
More than I’d e’er dreamed or supposed;
All this from the smile
Of a beautiful stranger
All this
Before the subway doors closed.
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~BarTalk: Observations
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Impromptu: pollen, bandit
~Greymane: Love Prints
He was a horny harlequin, a faerie prince by trade
He had his way with flirty fae within the forest glade
His boyish charm was five-alarm and set their hearts ablaze
Yet not one lasted on his arm for more than several days
The king decreed that to succeed he had to take a wife
The prince agreed he would conceded to live a tamer life
The search was on from dusk ’til dawn, from sunrise to sunrise
bur kingdom wide not one remained he had not compromised
A ruttish midnight bandit stealing love from bed to bed
The prince’s crass carousing had left no one pure to wed
The prince instead remained unchained and never took the throne
He spent his days and wanton ways from bed to bed alone
He knew he made a decent trade for love he’d not refuse
He laid his passions in the glade with pollen on his shoes
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~Piffin: “Lowdown”
Bull’s-eye bandit
Tragic trajectory
Positively pollinating
Allegoric allergy
Have to hand it
To every failing faculty
Poor man’s pulpit
Dialectic dictionary
Words to the wise
Sedation to the stupid
Lexicon of lies
On an endless loop
It
Goes around
Goes around
Goes around
And then
Godless grammar gadfly
Goes around again
With words for the wise
Pabulum for the poor
There used to be a day
Face down, door to door
But now it’s on the high wire
Giving what for
As we attend attentive
Eyes to the floor
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~Jessalee: jessa impromptus
arms like wings
on the wicker swing
head tilt back
til all went black
cicada sounds
all around
warm cool breeze
rustling trees
heaven there
a rocking chair
loss of bliss
something amiss
tickle in nose
pollen woes
swipe with hand
then reach for can
search the lawn
buzz now gone
and worse it gets-
damn beer bandits
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~BarTalk: Bee Here Now
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Writers in Residence:
~whitefeather @Shadow Dancing
Shadows and feathers merge in each of whitefeather’s three moody new art posters. Check them out.
“Bella Luna” by Jason Mraz
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~Greenie @I Like the Rain
Morning Meet
Tiny wings flutter
soft winds brush my cheek
twinkling sounds ring
from the twittering beak
Brave little mister
dew drops on demand
ruby throat flashes
as he nears my hand
Fingertip offered
a half moon of sweet
golden sunbeams bright
morning meet complete
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