Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear – and devils, too.
~Graycie Harmon

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
~E L Doctorow

Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.
~Graycie Harmon

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Posted from the Grove:
Mention has been made of the recent graphic nature of themes and prompts to come out of the grove’s Word Games. It was a good question, and serves as a chance to restate Wordgrove’s policy on censorship. We don’t. That being said, it would be fair to point out that the Platform’s Rule Book of Random Words sometimes offers up choices that are simply too juicy to pass up in the name of good taste.

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~The Weepies: Living in Twilight
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6biXEjQ_Wg
Compliments: Piffin

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Prewritten for Thurs (05/31) @6pm PT/9 ET is: tooth, consequences 

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~BriarRoseEve: “A Favorite Book”

I ripped a favorite book in two.

It felt like murder. Laughs gagged midway,
severed, a child’s stifled scream.
One hit, swung, breaked just before
swirls and stars.
A man’s last breath, stopped! Perpetual
life. Death. On hold.
A kiss,
paused, lips one slip away from
sweetness.
An itch.
An itch.
An itch. No scratch.
A warm swig of coffee,
swallowed, sip wedged
mid-throat.
A heartbeat, bookmarked.
A long sigh,
unending.
The tick. The to-

We love, we read books
We dream, we read books
You are a book
I loved
And would have
Loved more

But someone had ripped
in half.

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Prewritten: invigorate, rejuvenate

~Piffin: “White Boy”

Invigorate
Rejuvenate
The moon I thought you hung
Resuscitate
This reprobate
With your satanic tongue
You deal me in
You reel me in
With some old Lou Reed song
My fingers in your belt loops
Prove your kung fu is still strong
Reject, rejoin
Perfect, purloin
Parade me in the rain
With bated groin
A copper coin
Waiting on a train
I’d walk this walk with dignity
But all my nylons run
While stepping to the gallows
With the moon I thought you hung

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~BarTalk: Happy Dirt

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Impromptu: voice, schlock

~Piffin:  “Andy”

Andy was a patriot
Who’d never fought a war
He was a true believer
In the flag upon his door
Andy was a union man
He was a pamphleteer
He loved his Sunday football
And his Jesus and his beer

Andy was a motor-mouth
In love with his own voice
He hated blacks and reds and dykes
And pizza and free choice
Andy loved his firearms,
Tattoos, and boobs, no doubt
Lock, schlock and barrel
Andy had it figured out

Andy was a ‘merican
Andy was a mess
When home alone at night
He’d weep and wear his favorite dress
Deep down inside, he’d dream
A world unfurled with rainbow flags
While polishing his truck
Its bumper sticker: God Hates Fags

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~Greymane: untitled

He took a slow boat to Bangkok,
and found Asian love on the dock
The sailor rejoiced
at the sound of her voice
when the size of him put her in schlock

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~BarTalk: limerick

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Writers in Residence:

~whitefeather @Silent Love ~ Incongruent Truths

Three new pics line the gallery walls @Silent Love. Statues: Stones coarse and fine, where everything that isn’t love has been carved away: Eros descends to a ravishing; Love, grief’s only comfort; years later, still Love.

Silent communion
the play of light and shadow
Incongruent truths

~Jason Mraz: Silent love song
https://youtu.be/02UDkf_GJ38

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