• At the bar

    The Orchid Room is a collaborative writing project. Anyone can participate. Just a leave a comment like talking to the bartender or one of the performers. If you would like a night on stage you can audition anywhere. This week the Orchid Room is proud to announce all new management. And we are serving food prepared by Wilbur Cox Jn. (Wil, to his mates.) The wine is supplied by the wonderful folk at The Grateful Palate.

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    • must mention mosquitoes & the bombardment of beetles July 23, 2008
      According to page 194 of my wonderful new Laws Field Guide to the Sierra Nevada (for review, see post one previous to this one), we are being bitten by 3 or possibly 4 different kinds of mosquitoes: black snow mosquito, common snow mosquito, and cool weather mosquito are the most likely culprits here at 7600′ [...]

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    • untitled poem in small-case letters. July 19, 2008
      click, click. with each click, one bird became nothing in the sky. my morning was a morning - it started with breakfast, a space seen through hotel blinds, in which there flew too many birds. so click. a word we underlined in pencil and wrote “onomatopoeia” in the margin. a cheap trick. i broke the stress relief thing over my keyboard - i spent some time vacumming up [...]

Take a seat.

G’day. The Orchid Room is a fluid collection of some of the internet’s most interesting new writers. It evolves organically which is why it is named after a flower. My name is Paul. And this is The Orchid Room. There is a stage with a bored looking band. On the stage is a microphone with a stand. It is very rarely used as the room is small and very intimate. To be heard one only needs to speak. It is populated by various shady characters of uncertain origin. Time seems a little distorted by the music and the scent of silk perfume,

6 Responses to “Take a seat.”

  1. jo, on October 26th, 2007 at 9:14 pm Said:

    I’d like to recline on a chaise longue
    by a window that looks out over the Huangpu
    while someone plays exalted piano
    and I listen and unravel
    the mysteries of this tantalizing room…….opium.

  2. You know who this is, on October 27th, 2007 at 12:42 am Said:

    Id like to slide a chair
    up to the stage,
    sit in wide eyed innocence
    Listening to the people
    banter and play,
    all the while peeling
    layers off my well placed
    skin….

  3. Rose Dewy Knickers, on January 11th, 2008 at 1:20 pm Said:

    Hi Paul,

    I wrote a piece for here. I posted it on my blog.

    http://dewyknickers.wordpress.com/2008/01/11/once-more-with-feeling/

    Rose

    xo

  4. Linda Jacobs, on January 28th, 2008 at 2:13 am Said:

    I’d like to sit in the smoky gray
    with my inhibitions
    swirling up up
    gathering in clouds
    on the ceiling.

    I’d like to step
    out of my self,
    leave my skin
    in a wrinkled pile,
    kick it out of they way.

    I’d like to sit naked,
    a heart beating
    to the rhythm
    of a poem,
    a soul thrumming
    to piano notes
    that weep.

  5. cruxandflux, on May 3rd, 2008 at 1:39 pm Said:

    smoky grey cigar smoke unfurls
    above my head
    as if my thoughts dance and depart
    visibly, presenting me as

    A person who is more skilled
    and thoughtful
    but I am more willed
    and artful, in this life

    and in the next
    I will be too
    saxophone moans
    and screeching tones
    speak words that hide
    in my mouth

    next to my breast
    next to my heart

  6. Paul, on July 17th, 2008 at 5:58 am Said:

    These are a couple of great Orchid Room poems. Music, atmosphere, sensuality, intelligence, let’s dance,

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