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Quoted in the Grove:
If you are destined to become a writer, you can’t help it. If you can help it, you aren’t destined to become a writer. The frustrations and disappointments, not to mention the unspeakable loneliness, are too unbearable for anyone who doesn’t have a deep sense of being unable to avoid writing.
~Donald Harington

If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts, they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned. ~Joy Harjo

If you don’t write the book you have to write, everything breaks. ~AM Homes

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Posted from the Grove:
Prewritten for Thurs (11/29) 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: time, opera

Wordgrove has new members to welcome: AgapeLove, GwynethIII, Issubah, thx, and wndlynn. The readers of WG hope to enjoy your work on Writers Platform soon. All are welcome as readers of course, but we especially encourage new writers. Don’t hesitate to ask BarTalk for a free Book, Script or Scroll if this is what it takes to get you started

Thurs Word Games are usually about chatting, writing, and chatting about writing. Last Thurs tacked on a carnival at the end, and Wordgrove has two new PAZs to welcome. Stejovis gives us Haiku Haven, a small lush temple garden dedicated to … haiku. OdileC brings out a single tree as a beacon to lead the reader to her poetry in Crescendo. Next week, a look at the books these PAZs harbor

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@Writers Platform
The Glass Library Table: No new drops

Prewritten: A poem in the style of Shakespeare

~Stejovis: Shakespearean mode – unfinished title (so far)
Begins with ‘hope’ as a boon to the despairing, ends with it as a barrier to peace and acceptance; between times, to dream the impossible dream and not be worthy of it

~Piffin: Elizabethan Modern – .I, Pod.
A cacophony of city sounds and the drag of memories weigh heavy on weary feet; instead, bud embedded music and a symphony without words; a spell of escape, batteries not included

~BarTalk: Prithee Staye

~Stejovis: Beyond the Horizon  (from last week)
Between the known and the unknown, between the physical and the spiritual, between curiosity and discovery, between the quotidian and eternal, between the observer and observed: there is horizon
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Impromptu: telegraph, oven

~Piffin: .Red Snow.
The bleeding disease, 4 out of 5, maybe 9 times out of 10 it is fatal; there are intelligent creatures who smell that blood, who feed on it; they’re on their way

~OdileC: Oxen Anyone?
Man against nature, rats against oxen, choices of food and the cultivation of grass

~Jessalee: oxen, telegraph  1121
Was the shaking hand a battle-induced tremor or a result of the stampede; was ‘lied’ typed in instead of ‘died’ intentionally; does Private Smith know his friend’s missus to whom the letter is addressed; cryptic indeed

~Stejovis: Message in the Miles
How strange after traveling thru rich verdant lives to die in arid deserts, to know at last gasp that nothing learned before helps here, and that new questions arise at the spark of death

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Writers in Residence:
~whitefeather @Dreaming Tree: Acrobat/Oven
The radiance of a ballerina midair before her wings are clipped, the wires that guided and lifted her, cut; a marionette without a martinet, the tumbling descent onto unyielding floor, nothing but dressed up wooden kindling without a master to give her movement, a discard in the corner, cotton sweepings for the oven

~Greymane @Greyed Expectations 2:  ~6~ of 6
The word that launched a thousand tears, the world’s drama powered by the mystery of that sound

~GaryBob @NutNut Fountain: Narcissus Moon
Beauty infected Narcissus sees diamonds for stars, and the moon’s reflection a priceless underwater gem; the fool’s fevered brain cooled by death and the icy waters rippling overhead

~Piffin @Cinderella Sneakers: sunday afternoon
Ragged breathing and the bored exploitation of two mutuals grinding out mechanical sex

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Quoted in the Grove:

The church says: The body is a sin. Science says: The body is a machine. Advertising says: The body is a business. The body says: I am a fiesta.
~Eduardo Galeano

Your life is the one place you have to spend yourself fully–wild, generous, drastic–in an unrationed profligacy of self … And in that split second when you understand that you finally are about to die-to uncreate the world no time to do it over no more chances–that instant when you realize your conscious existence is truly flaring nova, won’t you want to have used up all-all-the splendor that you are?
~Robin Morgan

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life.
~Mary Oliver

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Posted from the Grove:
Since this Thurs is already taken up with a day of Thanksgiving, this week’s Word Game has been rescheduled for Wed (11/21), same Bat Time: 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern, same Bat Station: Writers Platform

Prewritten is: A poem written in the style of Shakespeare (not only is the assignment in a foreign language and impossible to accomplish, but there’s a day less in which to do it, thank you Piffin). Hmm … this could be fun tho. Give a Nutter the chance to go wild, with a license to try anything and call it Shakespeare, with no one to gainsay it, it just might be fun. Give it a try, stop by. No doubt, he’d be honored

As previously noted, the computer died and needs replacing. Until then, travel in There using a netbook …  might as well be wading waist deep in molasses. And face planting into trees is not as fun as it sounds, surprisingly. Therefore, new work anywhere in WG that’s not on Writers Platform will be receiving less attention for the short while. But the Post & Review will be catching up soon

BriarRoseEve has been absent from Wordgrove for a long time, so it is good to hear from her and to learn that we lost her to a higher cause. Shutting out distractions, Briar has squirreled herself away to finish her first novel. Writers have many beginnings in their careers, and it is a matter of deep pride to this editor that Wordgrove gave Briar one of her writing starts

Daring to give up the commercial promise of one book for the novel she really wants to write, Piffin too is hard away at crafting the novel this editor is panting to read. Jessalee continues to work on her novel while being a new mom and working. These people write because they have to write, so we know why they do it. The question is how they manage it

@Writers Platform
Glass Library Table:
Stejovis: Fireplace Fantasy
When logs are legs with a nice ash and the poker is sizzling hot, by the time crescendoing flames lead to an eruption of sparks, the reader is left wanting a smoke

~Greenie: Silent Song
Between the falling teardrop and the blank page below are the stars of night and the last of a Cheshire smile
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~Greenie: Touched and Awed*
Eyes mist
Breath catches
Heart skips
Trips

I tell myself to breathe
Thank you, each of you
Your offerings move me

Jessalee/Stejovis/Piffin/BarTalk

And thank you, Greenie
PS: You too are on my list of reasons to be thankful

*Quoted, because the original said it best.
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Prewritten: horizon

~Piffin: .Horizon.
How is Giraffe on the Ark supposed to scan for land with cats yowling, scattering in the rafters?
~or~
.Engagement.
Words are to love what boots are to a brain; the impact of both, the great change, and the horizon that wasn’t death

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Impromptu: Reflections of a murderer on the day without mentioning the crime

~Piffin: .In The Tall Grass.
Taking advantage of public lassitude, a throw-away culture and lean budgets to hide a body in plain sight

~Stejovis: totally free
The allure of personal justice and the lure of simple answers lead to unravelings in a sibling prank gone bad; and just as civil wars and the Middle East prove out, no one fights like family

~Aluria: Aunt Ida’s Brownies
Belladonna, Christmas brownies and divorce by extreme prejudice

~BarTalk: Death at Rue Merde
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Writers in Residence:
@the Tally Sign:
~Stejovis: Sneak Attack
Must be seen, too clever for review; your one chance to vote where the voting is fun

~GaryBob @NutNut Fountain: Virtual Diaspora
Like finding a scroll from the last hours of Pompeii or from the desperate times of Atlantis sinking, GB’s poem of the last days of There closing was to relive a great sadness. To read it from the future with friendships replenished and the world restored is to feel the blended meaning of words like epic and magic

~Piffin: All Life’s Other Lies
Gritty image of a cigarette stubbed out in coffee dregs before the entrance of another; call it love because there was healing, then breaking waves on an empty shore, a lonely fire and a broken heart

~Jessalee: (murder) 1115
With a breakdown in communication between Mac & PC worlds, a written story threatens to become the real story, the war between man and machine and death by defenestration

~Greymane @Greyed Expectations 2: ~5~ of 6
In the Valley of Shadows, ominous and foreboding; ah, but to throw a shadow, however dim, needs a source of light

~Whitefeather @Dreaming Tree: Unreliable Map
Nighttime, dream-like, a soup of fog swirls in patches under the lamplight, parts, reveals the tattooed World Woman in bed, quivering to the soft tracings of a quill on her skin; posing dangers to the role of compass, how reliable is a map that moves?

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Quoted in the Grove:
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. ~Abraham Joshua Heschel

You know, you can steel your heart against any kind of trouble, any kind of horror. But the simple act of kindness from a complete stranger will unstitch you. ~Chris Abani

Be silly, be honest, be kind. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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News from the Grove:
This week is the briefest of introductions for the returning Wordgrove newsletter. A few cosmetic changes have been made, but the spirit remains the same. Wordgrove is less about critiquing work, and more about encouraging writers

Thursday Word Games continue with regulars popping in and out as schedules allow. Numbers are admittedly small but usual for the summer doldrums. If you haven’t been lately, the backlog from past events means that Writers Platform is worth a visit

Whitefeather and Piffin have gone missing the last few weeks and are missed, truly missed. The return of AidenScott (that’s ‘Aiden’ if you know him, ‘JQ’ if you dare), is a HUGE plus, but no one fills another’s void

Aiden provides this week’s Prewritten Topic: Describe a place (in haiku form 5-7-5) that brings out your inner writer. (ex. a coffee house, your living room, etc.) Describe the smell, the emotions you feel, your thoughts… Write about one place that just gets your creative juices flowing

Be there, have fun at this week’s Word Game: Thurs (9/20) at 5 pm PDT/8 EDT
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On Writers Platform:
Past events produced poems and stories based on some of the following prompts: keychain, acrobat/oven, bloodmoon, whisper/alley, etc. There are pieces by various Authors, browse where your interest takes you. Return often. Leave something for others to read

Jessa and Aiden each produced work based on the word prompts in last week’s Word Game exercise. This editor was present for chat but missed the 20 minute writing exercise, absent while walking his dog

The words: Guardian/Flake
Jessa chose narrative to cover the week’s assignment. Rop is the main character practicing the rites of prehistoric magic to guarantee the safe arrival of his newborn. He is as real with the same commitment and emotions as his 21st century counterpart

‘“I will guard her” the clouds attest’  Aiden uses poetry to bring together a guardian and the delicate princess of snow flakes; the elements come together to protect a promise
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Next week’s Post & Review will begin visiting Wordgrove’s resident PAZs for the newsletter’s Writers in Residence section

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Quoted in the Grove:

Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.      ~Henry Miller

Faith is a cop-out. If the only way you can accept an assertion is by faith, then you are conceding that it can’t be taken on its own merits. ~Dan Barker

The obstacle is the path. ~Zen Proverb

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Posted from the Grove:

Prewritten for Thurs (11/15) at 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: horizon

First, a personal thank you to Greenie for editing last week’s Post & Review, and for matching her offer to the very week the office computer tendered its resignation. Greenie’s timing also led to the discovery that There loads and lags on a netbook, but it works. Who knew?

This week’s video is an old favorite and is dedicated to those who still endure the effects of Storm Sandy, the nor’easter that followed, or anyone feeling blue and left out at the moment. Musicians from around the world come together to say you’re not alone

~Playing for Change: Stand by Me                           http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us-TVg40ExM&feature=share

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@Writers Platform

The Glass Library Table:                                                                            ~Greenie: Disappearing into You ~Raphael – Where piano strings are the sinews of being, eight minutes of serenity are Greenie’s gift this week; link provided

Prewritten: speechless, joke

~Stejovis: Unexpected Delight – A beast enters the arena, his family scatters before him, he advances on the surround of his audience loaded for attack; the great bull elephant raises his trunk to drench them with his foul slimy water, they scatter like chickens, he blows air and puffs of dust instead; they return to their places by the fence looking sheepish and chastened, the elephant seems to … laugh

~Piffin: .Sandy. – God’s cruel joke or mere irony that those swept to sea by Storm Sandy were the same swept away by their dreams of beach life

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Impromptu: frontier, amplify

~Piffin: .Return to Bliss. – The outside world spools out in words and thoughts shared; the world of love plays out on a linen stage

~Jessalee: frontier – Prairie fields and cattle lowing in the blue moonlight; the last untouched moment before the homestead stirs awake

Stejovis: The Experience of Anu – Spread beneath the stars and the sky god, Anu, the sacred mountain tops that mediate between the mundane world below and the Presence above, say of life: live the privilege and be grateful

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Writers in Residence:

~Jessalee @Creative Intentions: Unusual Weapon – When an actor responds to betrayal, expect drama; with drama, expect the bane of unintended consequences

~Greymane @Greyed Expectations 2: ~4~ of 6 – The Abyss that calls to the hopeless has another writer, toes at the edge, listening … but the call of dawn is stronger

Whitefeather @Dreaming Tree: Mist Haven – A young couple whispering in hushed tones, their new manse, a garden bench and an old oak become, decades later: the burned out shell of a home, a broken bench, an ancient oak and a young couple whispering intimately together before dissolving into mist

~Piffin @Cinderella Sneakers: If that chick don’t wanna know, forget her… – Lost souls, outcasts and prodigal daughters inhabit caves of the City, watch with undimmed eyes from the darkness, and build new things from the broken parts

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Quoted in the Grove:
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” ~Dr. Seuss

“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” ~Marilyn Monroe

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken. ~Oscar Wilde

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Posted from the Grove:
Arriving late, I missed whatever folly found itself in our grove Thursday past before we were set to our 30 minute Impromptu pieces.

The tide has gone out, taking with it VirtualJester’s ‘The Thought Tree’ build.

To the north, thx brings us a Kilroy of greetings sprinkled with vibrant flowers and a welcoming bench ‘neath a shading of trees.

The ever changing of our Grove is one of our constants.

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@Writers Platform
Library Table: No new drops

No new offers on the Prewritten bench. Perhaps it waits for you.

This week’s words for Word Games (11/4) are: speechless, joke.
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Impromptu: Bad Hair Day
~Stejovis: A play on words on the bindings of two Haiku and Four Doggerel Quatrains in Trochaic Tetrameter (If you can say that three times fast you’ve earned a boon!!) Of rabbits and brows, bounds and perspiration, the formula brews up some fun. Fluff it all with some ruffled feathers and we’ve quite the mix of a Bad Hair Day.

~Jessalee: We are transported into the heavy competition of the elite. Dogs that is 😉  Painstaking care and nail-biting waits, culminates in a shih tzu of a ruined hairdo, or two.

~AidenScott: Fixation breeds…fixation. A momentary lapse in the freedom that can only be found in nature, and the tormenting imprisonment of sameness and routine, trapped in our own blinded mirror.

~BarTalk: Choices. So much in such a simple word. A world of difference in a single choice. Do we reflect those around us or are we reflected in them? An eternity of ‘bad hair days’ plays out from one clear cut choice.

~Greenie: More than a storm brews here. Locks that have a life of their own, swirl and curl, and bind the two as one.
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Writers in Residence:
~Gate; Brought to us by Kangaroo- Where we all become both past and future.

~Whitefeather: “I’d give up forever to touch you”
A small collection on yearnings. Drawing from deeply within my being. Heated tears, well…

~Stejovis: For Contemplation– Haiku, simple truths, beautiful in the sparsity of words.
Etudes– Fully formed images, painted with only a few strokes.

~GaryBob- Narcissus Moon– Transfixed and bedazzled, a young man loses more than foresight.

I lose time as I test time while I waste time at hand. A book in an hourglass keeps me just out of reach of the answers I sought at the Fortune Teller’s Table.

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A musical offering from Greenie on the Writer’s Platform Library table.
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This Thursday’s prewritten words are: speechless, joke.
Join us on the Writer’s Platform Thursday, November 8, 2012 (5pm Pacific/8 Eastern)

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