Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

Remember, that if thou marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance will neither last nor please thee one year; and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all; for the desire dieth when it is attained, and the affection perisheth when it is satisfied.
~Sir Walter Raleigh

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
~William Somerset Maugham

I love you, period.
Do you love me, question mark?
Please, please, exclamation point!
(I wanna hold you) in parentheses …
~Dan Baird

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Posted from the Grove:
This week, a brief Post & Review. Stejovis creates a significant vacancy when duty keeps him away, and rounds for Writers in Residence have been postponed for another week

Nobody showed up just for chat this week, which was sad, but those who did shared a commitment to writing, and the Impromptu is back. Mind you, chat carried on long after the exercise ended, but a balance was restored

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Prewritten for Thurs (03/28) 5 pm PT/8 ET is: spring break, closed doors

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Piffin: .Alleyway Anthems. (Vol I, II, III)
An intriguing new way of utilizing the Glass Table for introducing original work in There; lyrics for 11 songs with links to their recordings (both studio and demo) can be found in 3 volumes, listening time approximately 40 minutes; intrepid lyricist also composes some of the music, provides backup keyboard and vocals on some cuts   

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Prewritten: ledge, moor

~Piffin: Cinderella’s Tracking Arm
Once the needle marks are introduced, not even adoring fans and fine spun poetry gets between talent, a girl and her fate; a terrific loss, but the rags and mags need their stories to sell, and the next one is cued to burst onstage

~BarTalk: Last Harvest

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Impromptu: stevedore, alchemy

~Piffin: .Eddie.
He’s the local listen-dispenser and pours a sympathetic drink; a master of medicine in two disciplines, he’s shocked to learn he’s loved

~Jessalee: pour mon oncle Roland
The place: a maritime province, by the sea; the man: forsaking verdant green, he chose the bountiful restless blue; the work: the hard toil and life-long task of transforming a mortal soul into gold; the end:  a metamorphosis accomplished with his parting words, ‘see you soon’

~BarTalk: Blackest Magic

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Writers in Residence:
The editor will be making rounds of the grove this week looking for new work to review

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