Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, then you do it for money.
~Virginia Woolf

Nothing I did where the reason for doing it was only the money was ever worth doing it, except as bitter experience.
~Neil Gaiman

When nations grow old, the arts grow cold and commerce settles on every tree.
~William Blake

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Posted from the Grove:
It is the 25^th day of this year’s Wordgrove Prize writing contest, and the first day that entering writers can drop their work for viewing. Voting begins online next Sun, Feb 1^st (known to the rest of the world as Super Bowl Sunday). Entries will be posted on each section’s voting list in the order they are dropped. There have been issues in past years with Authors dropping work in the wrong category. Please have a care in dropping to ensure you don’t lose votes.

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Apologies to those hoping to read for Sat night’s Word Jam. Schedule conflict and lack of internet access prevented a good thing from happening. There remains a hope this event can be revived … or not. Stay tuned.

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For Rube Goldberg fans, this just-for-fun video ~ OK Go: This Too Shall Pass
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qybUFnY7Y8w

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Prewritten for Thurs (01/29) @6pm PT/9 ET is: tremor, beastly

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Greymane: Mask  (qif)

Satin Princess hid behind a pale cold disguise
Shattered alabaster mask with crimson blood stained eyes
Spent her life behind the sanguine semblance that she made
The truth would find her disinclined to break the masquerade

In all her years of scarlet tears she somehow lost her way
She thought her lies and silent cries would keep the pain away
no matter how she tried to hide the shadows always came
Then deep inside the darkness died and lit her soul aflame

The spell had then been broken and her true intent was found
She took her crumbled countenance and threw it on the ground
Tossed aside with all her pride her heart began to hurt
The veil of her visage lay in pieces in the dirt

She realized the truth had finally set her spirit free
and all that she had hidden from was what she feared to be
Even in her darkest night she would not compromise
She took possession of her light and buried her disguise

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Prewritten: gourd, engorged

~Dharma_Darla: Darla’s Prewrittens  (qip)

Sallie Mae ran out of food this month so she had to resort to eating her decorative gourds. … Guess she would’ve been better off going hungry.

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~Piffin: “Sea No Weevil”  (qif)

The weevils watched while Noah
Stowed his animal horde
From the shed beside the garden
Where the autumn fruit was stored
When the sky above grew dark
They quickly hollowed out a gourd
Then, engorged, the weevil leader
Called, “Everyone aboard!”
For forty days and forty nights
It gusted and it poured
The rotation of flotation
Saw the weevils never bored
They played games and sang hymns
Inside the pumpkin they had cored
When the sun broke through the clouds
They found a beach and all-ashored
The weevils made a new home
In the land that they explored
In the fertile fuzzy fabled
Cotton fields of the Lord

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~BarTalk: promo

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Impromptu: intimate, stirrup

~Piffin:  “Meatpacking District”

Side street
Meatpacking District
Metal door
Where we meet
You strict
High heels on the floor
Exposure
Me in the stirrups
Hello
Composure
It’s time to let go
For this Inquisition
This pinned position
Reward for the way that I’ve sinned
Contrition
Opium
Leather
Urban intimacy
These handcuffs are setting me free
To be your chattel
Your field of battle
Strobe lights
Beer bottles
Steel hooks for cattle
I bend and I break
But I never rattle
Enraptured
I’m reborn
I die
I’m yours
For the moment
I’m mine after we say goodbye

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~Greymane: The Appointment  (qif)

With two in the stirrups and two on the floor
A little bit intimate, a bit more hardcore
Her sister had told her , though just a trainee
the new gynocologist’s first visit was free

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 ~Greenie: Intimates and All  (qif)

Whilst riding in the woods one day
the lady let loose her hair
Threw her bonnet off, her dress in the air

Whence walking in the woods one day
the man let loose in song
Raised his bearded face, his voice loud and strong

Blows a wind in the woods one day
the leaves flew up so high
Kicked dust into his path, his eyes on the sky

Bang! they crashed in the woods one day
the man fell on the ground
Slipped her feet from their place, her sudden yelp of sound

Twin stirrups in the woods one day
they broke and caused her fall
Showed her legs under skirt, intimates and all

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 ~BarTalk: not-a-haiku

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