Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
If you are destined to become a writer, you can’t help it. If you can help it, you aren’t destined to become a writer. The frustrations and disappointments, not to mention the unspeakable loneliness, are too unbearable for anyone who doesn’t have a deep sense of being unable to avoid writing.
~Donald Harington

If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts, they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned. ~Joy Harjo

If you don’t write the book you have to write, everything breaks. ~AM Homes

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Posted from the Grove:
Prewritten for Thurs (11/29) 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: time, opera

Wordgrove has new members to welcome: AgapeLove, GwynethIII, Issubah, thx, and wndlynn. The readers of WG hope to enjoy your work on Writers Platform soon. All are welcome as readers of course, but we especially encourage new writers. Don’t hesitate to ask BarTalk for a free Book, Script or Scroll if this is what it takes to get you started

Thurs Word Games are usually about chatting, writing, and chatting about writing. Last Thurs tacked on a carnival at the end, and Wordgrove has two new PAZs to welcome. Stejovis gives us Haiku Haven, a small lush temple garden dedicated to … haiku. OdileC brings out a single tree as a beacon to lead the reader to her poetry in Crescendo. Next week, a look at the books these PAZs harbor

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@Writers Platform
The Glass Library Table: No new drops

Prewritten: A poem in the style of Shakespeare

~Stejovis: Shakespearean mode – unfinished title (so far)
Begins with ‘hope’ as a boon to the despairing, ends with it as a barrier to peace and acceptance; between times, to dream the impossible dream and not be worthy of it

~Piffin: Elizabethan Modern – .I, Pod.
A cacophony of city sounds and the drag of memories weigh heavy on weary feet; instead, bud embedded music and a symphony without words; a spell of escape, batteries not included

~BarTalk: Prithee Staye

~Stejovis: Beyond the Horizon  (from last week)
Between the known and the unknown, between the physical and the spiritual, between curiosity and discovery, between the quotidian and eternal, between the observer and observed: there is horizon
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Impromptu: telegraph, oven

~Piffin: .Red Snow.
The bleeding disease, 4 out of 5, maybe 9 times out of 10 it is fatal; there are intelligent creatures who smell that blood, who feed on it; they’re on their way

~OdileC: Oxen Anyone?
Man against nature, rats against oxen, choices of food and the cultivation of grass

~Jessalee: oxen, telegraph  1121
Was the shaking hand a battle-induced tremor or a result of the stampede; was ‘lied’ typed in instead of ‘died’ intentionally; does Private Smith know his friend’s missus to whom the letter is addressed; cryptic indeed

~Stejovis: Message in the Miles
How strange after traveling thru rich verdant lives to die in arid deserts, to know at last gasp that nothing learned before helps here, and that new questions arise at the spark of death

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Writers in Residence:
~whitefeather @Dreaming Tree: Acrobat/Oven
The radiance of a ballerina midair before her wings are clipped, the wires that guided and lifted her, cut; a marionette without a martinet, the tumbling descent onto unyielding floor, nothing but dressed up wooden kindling without a master to give her movement, a discard in the corner, cotton sweepings for the oven

~Greymane @Greyed Expectations 2:  ~6~ of 6
The word that launched a thousand tears, the world’s drama powered by the mystery of that sound

~GaryBob @NutNut Fountain: Narcissus Moon
Beauty infected Narcissus sees diamonds for stars, and the moon’s reflection a priceless underwater gem; the fool’s fevered brain cooled by death and the icy waters rippling overhead

~Piffin @Cinderella Sneakers: sunday afternoon
Ragged breathing and the bored exploitation of two mutuals grinding out mechanical sex

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