Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

I hit him to get his attention. I shot him to calm him down. I killed him to reason with him. ~Henry Rollins

I hate with a murderous hatred those men who, having lived their youth, would send into war other youth, not lived, unfulfilled, to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die. ~Mary Roberts Rinehart

The enemy is anybody who’s going to get you killed, no matter which side he’s on. ~Joseph Heller

End Quote:
People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf. ~George Orwell

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Posted from the Grove:

Prewritten for Thurs (03/07) 5pm PT/8pm ET is: jello, wax

The final performance at last week’s Wordgrove Prize Awards was a duet by OdileC and Namron singing Leonard Cohen’s anthem, Hallelujah. Long a favorite of this editor, a page was set aside on Wordgrove’s website with links to a few varied interpretations of Cohen’s classic. Sometimes comes the need for a stirring anthem, and it’s good having this page to go to: http://wordgrove.com/cohen.htm

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten: write about the worst lie that somebody told you 

~Piffin: .Soft, Whispered.
A litany of lies from every being alive, every belief and every fantasy, every committee and organization, but only one can be the worst, and God have mercy, it was ‘I love you’

~BarTalk: the evidence

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Impromptu: hat, wing

~Stejovis: Fiesta  (02.21 footprint, pinata)
In the day-to-day fiesta of life there are those who sniff and pass judgment on those afflicted with a sense of celebration; culture on the lawn or dance in the dust; pass the beer, share the cheer, and toast to those whose banter is only barely just

~Stejovis: Heart Messages  (02.28)
Decades of marriage build up an invisible language spoken entirely with the eyes; paragraphs pass in an instant, humor and brittle anger at the lies in a crowded room

~Piffin: Basilisk
Lethal gaze, toxic breath, it is a flying serpent and not Icarus rising to kiss the sky; below, the spirit and rule of royalty is merely a carved fixture lit with a holy light; hopeless desperation encased in gargoyle, but weathered stone that sheds a tear

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Writers in Residence:

~whitefeather @Dreaming Tree: Night Walk (quoted)

Moonlit night
I find myself walking
My shadow

~Stejovis @Meditatio: Orchestra Hall
Images of horror, massive destruction, loss of life, it could have been headlines out of a nightmare; engineers quietly save the day and pocket their secret, an engineer’s #2 pencil forfends the scythe of Death

~Greenie @I like the rain: A Storm Brewing
Her golden barometer of hair, the molten glory of their prediction say that a storm is a comin’ when his fingers spread their curls

~Aradriel @One Tree: Negative
If the wealth of life is embodied by owning materiel and amassing molecules of hard stuff, then spirit abides in the space between

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