Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul.
~David McCord

Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
~Roger Miller

Bad weather always looks worse through a window.
~Tom Lehrer

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Posted from the Grove:
The Post & Review is mostly newsletter this week, so we’ll start with the most important news … Piffin is back! She is not entirely recovered and slowly gains strength under the continuous watch of a doctor (her sister) and a nurse (her wife)

She’s back. This editor is thinking right now how nice it would be to have a tail so he could wag it, and a howl so he could sing to the moon about it. About his happiness and gratitude. It is enough just being able to report it

In order to spare Piffin the ordeal of having to relive her illness for everyone curious about it, the following brief history is provided. You’ll have to be satisfied with it: The illness began as an infection in her sinuses (not infrequent), went virulent, migrated to her brain. Her temperature spiked to 105°; she went Code Red once during her two week stay in ICU; a drain was inserted to evacuate residues of infection … we almost lost her

She is as hysterical in recovery as she is on dirty martinis. Prayers may be no more efficacious than simple love, but some believe otherwise. It’s good to have you back in any case. Welcome home, Piff

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Layered on top of uncertainties (since resolved in our favor), and fears of loss (the goodbye in every hello), there is still room for misunderstanding and failed communication to make things worse. This editor has ready access to both these keys of failure, and managed to open the wrong door in last week’s Impromptu exercise

Greymane’s poem, Looming, reviewed last week, was tellingly honest in its depiction of loss and desolation, but he wanted his poem to be a statement of hope and belief instead. Grey reworked a poem from archives, replaced it, and notified this editor of the change and asked that the new edit be used for review. Grey’s Prewritten was recopied for review instead of the new Impromptu as instructed

Tho the replacement, Lost Again, was not a poem meant to be hopeful, or overlay a rainbow on the storm, it was unrelated to current concerns. His try for privacy failed however. Due to editorial misadventure, someone bleeding and vulnerable was revealed instead; someone suffering wounds for another, a desperate tapestry with threads of despair showing thru. Love will do that. Leave you vulnerable

Since Piffin’s return this week was a celebration and took up the whole of this week’s Word Game, there was no Impromptu. This provides convenient opportunity to set the record straight on Grey’s poem from last week. Again, apologies to Grey for getting it wrong

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If it seems that an inordinate number of apologies issue from this desk, this perception would not be wrong. Working from a cluttered desk (read: mind), if no one’s making mistakes then nothing’s getting done. So. This editor will continue making mistakes in a quest to get most of it right. He does ask to be notified so corrections can be made. He begs your understanding

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Prewritten for Thurs (06/19) @6pm PT/9 ET is: black sheep, spawn
In a strange twist, this week’s words seem nearly synonymous in connotation, making the challenge to separate their identities harder. Try anyway

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table: No new drops

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Prewritten: a missed bus

Greymane: Missing the Bus
A life so rutted in routine that missing the bus is just another aggravation, getting up and doing it again; looking for love in the dark
Favorite line: ‘Home is where the heart resides … where my future hides, my destiny deferred’

~BarTalk: Silver: 100 Yard Dash

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Impromptu: dust, laughter, practice (06/05)

~Greymane: Lost Again
What is adventure but a sense of being lost among choices; and what is a full life but a series of adventures
Favorite Line: ‘Then she could practice going home and end up lost again’

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