• 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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      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 [...]

Small sign on the front door.

The Orchid Room is a private club. Mamu, the huge Maori bouncer, is implacable, immoveable and everpresent. If you need anything, let us know. If the entertainment is not to your taste please let us know, we are very flexible and have significant resources of unusual skills.
Some of the world’s strangest gems have been found in its darkest corners.

6 Responses to “Small sign on the front door.”

  1. You know who this is, on October 27th, 2007 at 12:41 am Said:

    *walking up to the stage….tapping the microphone*

    “Is this even on??”

    *slowly strolls off the stage, hips rolling in indifference to the people watching the auditions*

  2. beeskiffle, on October 28th, 2007 at 3:27 pm Said:

    *coughs*
    may i have a margharita first?

  3. gingatao!, on October 28th, 2007 at 9:31 pm Said:

    You may have whatever it is you desire, my dear, let me salt this glass,

  4. randall, on January 3rd, 2008 at 9:43 pm Said:

    Both my legs will not stay upon the ground at the same time. If I have one foot on the ground the other is raised high in the air. Normally I have a glass of wine in my hand and am suffering from chest pain and/or Vertigo. My neck twitches and I often have a difficult time holding down ordinary conversation with people. I immediatly want to get to the deep stuff.

    “Why are we alive?” I ask with one or two feet raised in the air. “What is the purpose of living and why not spend our days in long periods of meditation?” The answers are always the same. “Hmm??” I have to drink more to feel grounded. The world often leaves me filled up with fear and a deep longitudinal feeling that there is no place for a stranger like me to go.

    http://absurdistry.wordpress.com

  5. cruxandflux, on May 3rd, 2008 at 1:28 pm Said:

    I lock eyes with the guy at the mic, his oozing sadness filling my soul and my heart. With each word that flows from his lips, his voice echos, bouncing off of the shabby walls of this dive, and seemingly upset the bulky ice cubes in my weak vodka tonic.

    The room is still. I listen, connected to his story and to his experience, but I feel the distance between us growing, as my mind wanders, and my own voice becoming even more alien.

  6. artpredator, on July 1st, 2008 at 5:38 am Said:

    dive, my darling, this is no dive, this is the orchid room and only the best–THE BEST–are here!

    my dear, my dear, let your mind wander, let your lips wander, let your hips wonder, let let let deep breath yourself discover

    what is beyond your breath

    drink deep baby drink deep

    there is no life beyond this

    tequila straight, good, light salt, good, fresh lime, good

    it’s all good

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