Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

Let’s eat grandma!
Let’s eat, grandma!
~from T-shirt

Eats, Shoots & Leaves
eats shoots & leaves
~book title/a panda’s diet

Woman, without her man, is nothing
Woman, without her, man is nothing
~men/women punctuate a sentence with commas

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Posted from the Grove:

The Problem of Commas
This editor has given up the fight to fit every clause within commas. Playing loose with established rules in any craft will inevitably lead to moments of angst and indigestion, especially in circles of settled taste

Keeping in mind the pitfalls illustrated above, this editor now inclines toward a different use of commas. Rather than ride the standard rail of rules, it’s been helpful to use them more carefully, even sparingly, and then only to smooth the flow of a reader’s passage. Rather than ride first class, this hobo writer lives off the commas and periods he eats. The reader’s tolerance in this matter is much appreciated

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Prewritten for Thurs (11.14) 6 pm PT/9 ET is: harlequin, temptation

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table: no new drops

Prewritten: monkey, pillow

~Greymane: Damn Monkey
The larcenous monkey versus the aggrieved tiger, sly brains against cunning strength; their battle royal played out with red hot words (not swords) until mutual benefit and the cool spray of reason wets their heat; Larceny & Wild Take on Vegas

~ReenRen: Haunted Cannery Row
For those who missed Halloween in There and @The Cannery, Ree’s record in pics of the evening
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.761241997235252&type=1&l=1499c3954a

~Piffin: Samantha
A beating heart ready for its future: stillborn; the birth of joy and trial entwined: miscarried; the parent promise: broken, cruelly; a hungry void (an angry one) is all that’s left; its only occupant is grief

~BarTalk: law of the jungle

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Impromptu: dowry, deduce or  garbage truck

~Piffin: A Song for Brick and Violin
The empty, used up, broken throw-offs of life wait their fate at the curb; a roaring screeching beast comes to clear away the evidence of their deaths

~Stejovis: Garbage Truck
An approaching rumble, the roaring engine and jake brake scream of an urban harvester that kills dreams and sleep, produces a bumper crop of predawn ire and curses

DWade_3: haiku
Pedigree papers in place, dowry paid in full, but … it’s her unopened treasure that baits the king

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New PAZs in Wordgrove:

~whitefeather: @Surrounded by Nature
Mid-pond, a scroll; Excalibur rising from the water, a lost love’s anthem posted as its title: I’d give up forever to touch you; link included

~noxy: @Retreat
Hillside haven of many rooms; one space with elegance and display for its theme; another area of kick back comfort for laid back chat, and a room for canoodling; outside a tool shed (kids use it for a clubhouse spring – fall), with a happy dancing daisy greeting visitors out in front

~Jessalee: @Hill of the Hobbitual Writer
Open floor plan, chalet atmosphere on a large scale; James Bond would have cruised this room leaving the bouquet of perfumed vodka and a whiff of sex in his wake

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