Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
I know the world isn’t fair, but why isn’t it ever unfair in my favor?
~Bill Watterson

Reality continues to ruin my life.
~Bill Watterson

To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible.
~Bill Watterson

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Posted from the Grove:

 

 

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Platform Favorites:

Guitar Magic
~Don Ross: Crazy   (2:46)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWm9Ney38ok

~Peter Drake: I’m Sorry   (2:15)
Talking steel pedal guitar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLZFYVnbaPg

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Prewritten for Thurs (07/27) @6pm PT/9 ET is: furnace, wrangle

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: needle, ballet

~Piffin: “Recital”

Needle white pirouette
Fire kissed glissade
Wooden splinter
Agony ballet

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~Greymane: Echoes Weight

Features formed from shattered glass
Her distance on the breeze
She buries dreams in meadow grass while dancing on her knees
She battles who she thinks she is and who she wants to be
She spirals down on things she found in her umbrella tree
She speaks of truths a bit removed beyond the reach of time
She colors out beyond the lines of every silent crime
Alone between the place she left and where she needs to go
She cries behind her laughing eyes and rides the undertow
The sunset stroking every wave but needles on the beach
Everything she tries to save is barely out of reach
The grand ballet of every day that echoes in her fate
Running for the train again, another day won’t wait

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~BarTalk: Quartet

 

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Impromptu: ballistic, pedal

~visitation: Pedal & Ballistic!

There I saw her, standing on the side of the road, hitch-hiking to who-knows-where, and something inside me told me not to stop.

I knew all the rules – be careful of hitch-hikers, especially around prisons, watch your back, use good judgment, etc; but I had nothing to do, and I was feeling dangerously carefree that day.

So I gently stepped on the brake pedal.

Nothing could defeat me that day; I was feeling too good – and was determined that would not change!
She was pretty, slightly untidy, but that added to her appeal; still I knew it was unwise to trust her, even when I saw the sudden glint flash in her eyes as I pulled over.

But nothing was going to defeat me .. nothing!

I was still carefree but still determined, when half an hour later, she pulled out a knife on me, made demands and didn’t even wait for an answer, but started slashing and attacking – like a wild thing!

Not even giving me the chance to accede to giving her whatever she was asking for; she was crazy .. but I was determined!

In the fight that ensued, I found my gun in the glove box, meaning only to threaten her with it, but the hacking and slashing continued, and a shot was fired.

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I don’t know if I ever really expected to get away with it, but I had been so determined .. I would not be defeated.

Finding out she was an escaped criminal was a bonus, as it meant anything could have happened to her.
Hiding the body somewhere, hosing down my car, changing my clothes, burning the old ones, staying a few days somewhere until my wounds had healed .. I was determined.

Trying to cover all corners that could find me out; after all, I was innocent, it was she who had attacked me .. I was determined I would not be defeated by this thing.

But the cops had other ideas.

True, she had been in prison .. but she was a senator’s daughter, probably high on drugs, and despite all my best efforts, they found a single hole and shell-casing in a rock wall, as we had sped past at high speed!

Who would believe a poor man’s story, when put against the death of a powerful senator’s daughter, while in his car?

So now I sit behind bars, ruing the day I used the pedal .. and was defeated by a ballistic!

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~Greymane: Tumbled

Ballistic blown
an empty sky
Explosion sparks of light
reaching for a distant shore
too cold to see the light
Pedal towards a tumbled sky
a distance never met
Painted dreams that wonder why they never can forget

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~BarTalk: Equation

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