Archive for June, 2018

Quoted in the Grove:
Far and away the best prize that life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.
~Theodore Roosevelt

Do one thing every day that scares you.
~Eleanor Roosevelt

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds…
~Theodore Roosevelt

The only way to assert the right to publish is to publish.
~Ben Bradley


Posted from the Grove


Piffin From The Platform:

~Paul Young:  Every Time You Go Away   (4:20)

~Gregory Abbott:  Shake You Down   (4:03)

~Fleetwood Mac:  Bleed To Love Her   (3:15)


Summer Reading List: by Piffin

Now that summer is here, a lot of us find extra time for reading; be it on the beach, beside a motel pool, sunning in the back yard. In case you don’t have anything in mind to read, I thought I might share a list of ten of my favorite novels. Every novel on this list is here because I have read it numerous times: some as many as three times over, a few as many as ten.

The list is in no particular order, but I hope maybe you will find at least one of them to your liking.

Have a great summer!

1. The Wasp Factory ~ Iain Banks

2. Winter’s Tale ~ Mark Helprin

3. American Tabloid ~ James Ellroy

4. Imajica ~ Clive Barker

5. Neuromancer ~ William Gibson

6. Shella ~ Andrew Vachss

7. The War Hound and the World’s Pain ~ Michael Moorcock

8. Siddhartha ~ Hermann Hesse

9. Foucault’s Pendulum ~ Umberto Eco

10. Illusions ~ Richard Bach


For the Coming Summer Travel Season:
Beyond Wanderlust — 30 Words Every Traveler Should Know






Prewritten for Thurs 06/28 (6:00pm PT/9 ET): summer killed winter




@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: off

~Greymane: Off

Often lost in fears of men where distance is a friend
Awful miles alone again still ages from the end
Warmer places just ahead that offer us a rest


Fair Trade

Chase is on, game’s afoot
A rivalry has taken root
Carry off the fairer sex
Married off no more debts
Her papa of the pampas



“Break a leg” to broken bones
Broken promises that neither owns
Knocked up, knocked about
Getting off, then getting out
Twins of Birth and Mother Earth
Love was good once, a dime bag worth


Situations (5-7-5 x 4)

unlisted option
get off your pear-perfect ass
encased in brocade
pistols drawn, smokin’
gunslinger’s deadly face-off
both right, fast, dead
sperm bank needs donor
why not let Anton Chekhov
spill millions for ink
Groundhog Day Stand Off
Warmongers versus Winners
M-o-m spells Mom


Impromptu: miles away

~Piffin: “Hide It Well”

These machines
Ignored by the nightshift girls
These tubes
These pills
These needles
These machines
Playing music from another world
Blood pressure alarms
Like angels
Look at the sky
It’s the color of airplanes
Look at the sky
I’m going nowhere
Look at the sky
It’s the color of airplanes
Look at the sky
This window at dusk
It’s miles away
Miles away
A lie
You’ll be better soon
A trip
Down the hall in a wheelchair
A slip
Of a tear
But I hide it well
Concentrate on the Rorschach bruises
Look at the sky
It’s the color of airplanes
Look at the sky
I’m going nowhere
Look at the sky
It’s the color of airplanes
Look at the sky
Or the floor
Or the needles
Look at the sky
Or the floor
Or the needles
Look at the sky
Or the floor
Until I’m miles away


~Greymane: Nonetheless

Lost between a moment’s breath and where the children play
A voyage from the day we met, a million miles away
She borrowed all my memories and molded me to hers
She chains my wisdom every time my arrogance occurs
I gambled on forgotten winds that barely filled my sails
I lost her in the tailspin with difficult details
Adrift aboard the atmosphere from here to aeons gone
A nap in my gazebo and flamingoes on the lawn
Alive I guess, a bit distressed
but happy all the same
Alone but I’m still kickin’
and still happy that I came


~Matttt: …And The Color of Her Hair

You said you didn’t feel the same anymore
But then you came around again

And then you said it again one night
And so, round and round we’ve been

So when you finally decided
You were walking out that door

You were already miles away
Before I knew you were here no more

Occasionally you stop by
And ask of polite things

And then you say you miss me
But that lie doesn’t fly from afar

You say you plan to return
But if you ever do
I think that I should keep you
Arms length, And miles away.


=== haiku.1.miles.away

Gazing out the door
Mesmerized with distant thoughts
He was miles away
=== haiku.2.miles.away
She could feel his gaze
Her hands trembled holding flowers
He was nowhere near
=== haiku.3.miles.away
He held his eyes sharp
Straining to see from up high
Wagons from miles away


~ElizaRubi:  : O

Did I tell you that I can read lines on the palm of your right hand? Yes, I can. First I’ll tell your past, so you’d believe me. And than I’ll describe you your future, so you’d have time to prepare for it, to meet it without fear. Of course, it is almost impossible for me to read it being miles away from you…but I try.

I can see you full of hopes and great expectations. I can see your first blow at the age of 25, your first serious disappointment…in yourself, something you did not expect. And it took a lot of strength to overcome it, to get back on your track.

I can see how excited you were when you got a new job, completely different that you did before. I can see the awakening of your ambitions, the time when the sky was a limit…

I can see everything…from miles away, I have this power. Do you want me to continue?


~BarTalk: twice distant

not here and not now
invisible, or might as well be
a phantom from the ether
hours that tick like eternities
miles away and not next to me
if there or then, I say
not either

~ . ~

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Quoted in the Grove:
You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive.
~James Baldwin

When you re-read a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in yourself than there was before.
~Clifton Fadiman

No two persons ever read the same book.
~Edmund Wilson

Self-education is, I firmly believe, the only kind of education there is.
~Isaac Asimov




Posted from the Grove

Piffin From The Platform: Beach Boys by any other name

~Fuzzy:  Girl Don’t Tell Me    (2:35)

~Lorrie Morgan & The Beach Boys:   Don’t Worry Baby   (3:17)

~MonaLisa Twins:  God Only Knows    (2:50)


Plus: Special Request
~Todd Rundgren: Onomatopoeia (for writers only – 1:35)


Also: From Rusty’s Electric Dreams
Dancing Without Moving   –  A complete goof   (5:04)






Prewritten for Thurs 06/14 (6:00pm PT/9 ET): word, countdown




@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: politics, orgasm

“Ninth” by Piffin

I think of all the plans I had, at night
When I am up alone

The politics of ordinary lives
Can wear us to the bone

So many lives inside my heart
I lose track of my own

The girl I was
Would never choose this road
If she had only known

I’ve never had an orgasm
I’m willing to regret
Or a broken heart
That I will soon forget
But every time I see myself
These days, I laugh aloud
Or cry
Depending on the crowd

I might not live the month out
Or I may
I’m okay, either way
At least I’ll leave a piece of me
To ruin someone’s day

I sit and watch the sun set
Beyond my quiet street
And everything I’ve done
Feels like defeat


Feels like defeat



The politics of excess
Of chaste vs chased sex
Kinky sex that money buys
Mating sex or otherwise
Free The Orgasm!


Center Entry Party

The politics of sex is
The question of access
With diplomatic entreaties
Disputed area in panties
Tag line: Organisms United
Union of Orgasmics invited


5-7-5 x 7

personal spasm
imperial politics
orgasms alone
political plants
bright red white and blue flowers
orgasm in beds
orgasms caught live
best friend’s wife, duck and a mule
now in politics
mud fence butt ugly
pet themselves to orgasm
political marriage
late life memories
played with ’60s politics
scoring the big O
promise anything
orgasms in every bed
politics for sale
who orgasms first
answer is never correct
answer is always suspect

~ . ~

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Quoted in the Grove:
The most common form of despair is not being who you are.
~Søren Kierkegaard

What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.
~Simone de Beauvoir

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another, and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.
~J M Barrie

Story, finally, is humanity’s autobiography.
~Lloyd Alexander



Posted from the Grove:

Piffin From The Platform:

~Avril Lavigne:  Anything But Ordinary   (4:11)

~Stroke 9:  Scream   (4:28)

~Garbage:  Blood For Poppies   (3:37)






Prewritten for Thurs 06/07 (6:00pm PT/9 ET):   politics, orgasm






@Writers Platform:

Prewritten ~ Theme: hitchhiking

~ElizaRubi: :o)

That word was “hitchhiking”
Which I wasn’t liking
But instead of the fighting
I better be writing
Because of strict timing
I have to stop whining


~BarTalk: Hitch / ETA / Hitchin’ Post


crisp morning, chirping
blushing dawn, waking roadside
first piss of the day

stop sign makes them see
someone in the rain thumb out
with a gun or not

blazing humidity
post-rain, puddle topped asphalt
sweating the next ride

the country slides by
thru another driver’s window
and I make it mine

thanks for the ride dude
I’ll leave this for you to try
but not all at once

busty and lusty
wanting something safe and strange
picked a hitchhiker

last ride of the day
do dishes after supper
sleep inside tonight



Kind rides freaky notable
Roads prove undependable
Arrive late or not at all
When the road forks


Hitchin’ Post

The Road, school master
Equal measure of pleasure
Thumb-stranded disaster
What was might have been
Casting fate to the wind





~Piffin: [May 31]

Wet grass cricket chirp
Pull into the parking lot
Shotgun in my coat


~Greymane: untitled

Man-packed gunnysack
Married her a handsome jack
shotgun in his back


~MissMerry: untitled

Out until the dawn
It seemed like a good idea
Panties in her purse

Having too much fun
Daddy told Boyfriend “Hold up!”
shotgun wedding time!


~Matt: untitled

Running finger down
The gun metal oil was clean
Shotgun moonlight gleam


~BarTalk: 5-7-5

ring and a shotgun
strung out shore leave, wedding vows
first love, then to war


~  .  ~

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