Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.
~H Jackson Brown Jr

We all have two lives. The second one starts when we realize we only have one.
~Tom Hiddleston (after Confucius)

You know my old saying: live it up, the meter’s running. I’ve always said that if you don’t have fun while you’re here, then it’s your fault. You only get to do this once.
~Harry Caray

EndQuote:
Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes. It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop. Wheresoever you go, go with all you heart.
~Confucius

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Posted from the Grove:
It’s now the summer doldrums when the wind goes out of Wordgrove sails. The woody smell of moss and lichen and leaves on the forest floor give way to the smell of roasted roots and game on the grill. That was yesteryear. The seasons haven’t changed much since pioneer days, except now it’s the meat that’s farmed and harvested.

The result of this seasonal change is that the Post & Review will be shorter, perhaps even absent some weeks. Summer in the past has always been a vacation for this editor, but the updated format for the newsletter makes it easier to publish while leaving time for fun.

This would be a good time for those who would like to see their work in print to stop by Writers Platform and drop a favorite piece that wants sharing.

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Prewritten for Thurs (05/14) @6pm PT/9 ET is: profane, beseech

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Piffin:
“Kitsch Memorabilia”

Money is power
A pen and a sword
Elitist addiction
If you can afford it
Birth equals death
With some shit in between
History goose-stepping
Up on the screen
I smell revolution
While clocking your legs
A strong Constitution
A few broken eggs
It’s mayhem in motion
These kids on the street
I catch the commotion
While clocking your feet
This kitsch memorabilia
Republican youth
I’m sifting through ashes
Looking for truth
These freelance bonfires
Are at it again
Every book
Every book
Every book
The End

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“Us to We”

Opium smoke
A ship for your breath
Ghostly main
Tendril jib
Moonlight anchor
Its cargo, a confidence
Warm in my ear
Rebellion
Sans pique
Devoid rancor
An oath set to flesh
A pledge, hand to breast
Yours to mine
Mine to yours
Soft confederacy
Two souls in cahoots
Lipstick lips
Boudoir boots
Apostasy
Heresy
Intimacy
Yours to mine
Mine to yours
Us to we

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Prewritten: winsome, tablet

~Greymane: Comfort When He Slept

She danced alone beneath the moon
A winsome work of art
He watched her hidden
Love forbidden
Cold within his heart
Her passions wrapped around the flames
Like silk upon her skin
The warm untainted
Embers painted
All that she had been
He climbed aboard her sympathy
but paid for her caress
He chased addiction
To affliction
he could not possess
The mask he wore of whispered lies
Fell broken when he smiled
She saw her shattered
Torn and tattered
innocence defiled
She punished him with moments lost
she held against his pain
Adept precision
Deep incision
Straight into his vein
The song within his injured soul
grew silent as he wept
He drifted distant
nonexistent
comfort when he slept

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~Piffin:  “Knights and Weekends”

It’s a genuine affliction
This addiction to the dark
Picked up like bad reception
In the schoolyard and the park
From the bully boys I wrestled
And the trestle girls I spooned
It’s a fatal misconception
Time can heal your every wound
Though my soul might be neglected
I’ve perfected my disguise
With my winsome smile
And my lose some eyes

Solitude, my birthright
Through my midnight mass it stalks
I’d love to get in front of it
But like the way it walks
I cruise the local racket
In my straight jacket and tie
My body takes the brunt of it
But dreams, they never die
I’ve got it down to science
My reliance on goodbyes
With my winsome smile
And my lose some eyes

I put candles in the windows
When the wind blows through the house
One, if on the wings of faerie
Two, if in the breath of mouse
I joust with spectral friends
And the amends I never made
And sing like a canary
To my mirror self, my shade
This bottle lends support
When I resort to selling lies
With my winsome smile
And my lose some eyes

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~BarTalk:  bet the vortex to win

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Impromptu: lily, dictator

~Greymane: Dead Lily

There once was a man who ruled all of the land
Commanding the kingdom by fist
They all came for miles to witness firsthand
what happened when he would get pissed
Years under tyranny weary from woe
The people came up with a plan
Enlisting a jester to put on a show,
A hysterical renaissance man
A dastardly master of evil intrigue
Who never had once cracked a smile
The dictator laughed ’til he died from fatigue
Dethroned by his own fiendish style
The people rejoiced with ecstatic delight
No longer would darkness enslave
They buried him deep in the dark of the night
a dead lily marking his grave

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~Piffin: “Generic Brands”

Tiger lily orange punk rock coif at the bar
Doc Martens and suspenders
Faded jeans, black bra
Half-assed kitchen tattoo of a Flying V guitar
Skull rings on the fingers of her hands
She said, “Hello, my name is…”
I said, “I don’t care”
She said, “I have no money”
I bought a drink to share
She lived third floor, around the corner
So she took me there
It was midnight and I had no other plans
We watched The Great Dictator
While we fucked on the floor
Andrea True Connection
Singing “More, More, More”
Running low on smoke and booze
We ambled barefoot to the store
I bought cigarettes and beer
Generic brands
I Don’t Care was sound asleep
When I got dressed and left
Felt a little bit like romance
And a lot like theft
Sort of weighty in my conscience
But I liked the heft
And her taste on my lips
Unplanned
Wrote my number
Dropped it in her garbage can

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~BarTalk: would you

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