Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

Moments of silence are part of the music.
~Anon

Kindness is in our power even when fondness is not.
~Anon

Men socialize by insulting each other, but they don’t really mean it. Women socialize by complimenting each other, but they don’t mean it either.
~Anon

Never make eye contact while eating a banana.
~Anon

For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.
~Virginia Woolf

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Posted from the Grove:

From a poverty of attendees at last week’s Word Game, the issue this week was finding enough seating.  The evening was long on chat (also welcomed new member, ReenRen), but the impromptu exercise slotted in on schedule without a hitch. Beautiful

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Prewritten for Thurs (05/23) 5 pm PT/8 ET is: Nighthawks at the Diner, a painting by Edward Hopper

Hopper’s Nighthawks… is a classic in American art. The setting is simple, the characters inhabiting the frame are few. They share this time and space but with histories and intentions that are profoundly different. Stories pour out of this painting by their hundreds, poems by their thousands. The assignment for Thurs’ Word Games: View Nighthawks …, and write from the place this painting takes you

http://wordgrove.com/nighthawks.html

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Stejovis: Various Sonnets: 16th century style
Does truth arrive by a knowledge of information, or by intuition; if both but not equal, information may be quantifiably true, but intuition predates numbers in the codex of the mind

~Aluria: The Godparent
When City visits the Bayou on hurricane alley, there is dismay at first in the soggy discomfort, also disdain for the menu and distress at the bugs, until … their happiness here shines thru; these people are happy; a dawning awareness of her godson’s great good fortune, a real life of raw episodes surrounded by kin, water and beauty; a vulnerable paradise where survivors take on life

~Piffin: Mexico
How do you win at love when death is your competition; death and knives cut both ways, but guns and cars are pointed; the open road is an open door, but death is the only door that reconciles love with departed loved ones

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Prewritten: Croatoan, Indian tribe and neighbor to the Lost Colony of Roanoke. That’s the history, but there’s a mystery of inexplicable disappearances associated with the word. Write about it

~Piffin: Croatoan
Whimsy and wordplay with a beat; music has a go at mystery, its only lack, a chorus and a tune

~BarTalk: Croatoan

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Impromptu: snack, humidity, godparent (pick two)

~Piffin: haiku
Sticky summer night, in line for an Italian ice

~Jessalee: 051613 snack humidity
Elation! Climbers high! … the world spread below at your feet; no shelter, no fire and a cold mountain rain turning food to mush; elation, climbers high

~ReenRen: Godparent Snack
Missed opportunities to celebrate birthdays may plague others, but not with the one who shares it; with a generation gap between them, it’s the Bridge of  Birthdays they cross to meet for lunch

Favorite line:
As a godparent
one is responsible to
be alive and not dead
if we can find a way to

~Stejovis: real deal
Smeared chocolate and dripping ice cream, humming junebugs by the lake; the sodden summer air takes the cake in MacArthurPark

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