Author: ralphcuellar

Ralph Cuellar lives in Oregon, and loves nature and politics, and is usually in conflict over both. He is a writer and has played around with software and hardware a little too much in his life, so he left that world behind after a little dance.

EMBRACED HARVEST BAZAAR

Several members of Writers in the Grove will be participating in the Embraced Harvest Bazaar being held at the Old Town Church in Forest Grove on Saturday, September 28.

The WIG table will feature an outstanding selection of original children, poetry and adult books, and even music CDs from our members for sale. There will also be additional books from some local authors.

Embraced Harvest Bazaar
Old Town Church (on 15th between Cedar and Douglas)
2224 15th Avenue
Forest Grove, OR 97116

The event will run from 9am to 4pm, Saturday, Sept. 28.
Harvest+Bazar

 

 

 

SEPTEMBER 1, 2019: MONDAY MEETING WILL BE HELD AT THE FOREST GROVE UNITED METHODIST CHURCH

September 1, 2019 – Due to the The Senior Center being closed for the Labor Day holiday, the Monday morning meeting of Writers in the Grove will be held at the Forest Grove United Methodist Church in the library room, starting at the regular 9am time.

The church is located at 1726 Cedar St. in Forest Grove (corner of 17th and Cedar).

We very much appreciate the generosity of the church in letting the group meet there.

PROMPT: SIMILES AND METAPHORS

August 19, 2019

The prompt used a reading from the book titled, INCAS The Gold Of Cuzco, by A. B. Daniel.

     INCAS
The Gold Of Cuzco

The fog would now disperse, now descend at the whim of invisible gusts of wind. Occasionally Gabriel, approaching a pass, would find himself blinded briefly by the harsh light of the sun slanting through it and would then see a sky as deeply blue as ocean.

He felt as though he was traveling into a supernatural world. Gradually the slopes became as gentle as a rolling sea swell. The short yellow grass was covered in dust worn from the rocks by years of frost. The monotony of the red and ocher earth was broken only by occasional black boulders rising from it like colossal blisters. Man was unwelcome here, and only luck could determine the success or failure of a voyage across this land.

In this passage the author is comparing the land to the ocean, and the expedition to a “voyage” across the land.

The prompt is to write a couple of paragraphs that use similes and metaphors to make a connection or analogy between things that are essentially unlike each other.

 

TASTE OF CHILDHOOD

The following was submitted by Writers in the Grove member, Mary Jane Nordgren.
It was in response to the prompt, “A taste, a touch, or a smell from childhood“.

taste of childhood

grandma was a lady, precise, particular

her dining room table manner formal

but at her green-patterned, formica kitchen table

sis and I got to dig into root beer floats

and slurp every last quarter-inch of sweet-bubbled foam