Quoted in the Grove:
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
~George Eliot
Gold in its native state is but dull, unornamental stuff, and only lowborn metals excite the admiration of the ignorant with an ostentatious glitter. However, like the rest of the world, I still go on underrating men of gold and glorifying men of mica. ~Mark Twain
A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Posted from the Grove:
Apparently beatings aren’t just about bruises and broken bones, scars, or even death. Sometimes they open doors to pain that never close, leave open sores that never heal
Usually it’s manageable, keeping the symptoms corralled, reined in, under control, then something wild awakens, kicks the gate open. Emotions bolt, escape, become a stampede in danger of the edge, the cliff, a precipitous fall. The instinct for survival, tenuous at best, disappears in the chaos, threatens extinction … then experience steps up and speaks. I remember this from before, it says. I survived then, and I was happy again. This too shall pass. Memories consolidate, become experience and the beginning of wisdom
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Prewritten for Thurs (04/18) 5 pm PT/8 ET is: tangent, inexorable
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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:
~Jessalee: Find your inner, outer Therian
Links to 5 sites with random word generators; Impromptu problem solved courtesy of Jessalee; a good copy to have for the serious writer in There
~Piffin: The Ice Cream Girl
About people who know you that don’t, and the one who does just once; the language of tongues; the spreading delta, a flooding dyke and deluge in jeans
~madamoisellefifi: I am alive
Perhaps the lyrics to one of her songs: a paean to life’s dips and devastations, sublime sweetness has its anthem, a hymn of praise for being alive
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Prewritten: Scan article from a tabloid, newspaper or magazine and write a scene or story about it
~BarTalk: Bullet Proof Heart
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Impromptu: haiku on clouds
~Piffin:
I lie on the grass
Building castles in the clouds
Waiting to move in
Stejovis:
floating in a fog;
caught in the grip of cloud
no one sees clearly
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Writers in Residence: no new reviews
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