Easy! We schedule sessions, and no one person is really in charge, so write to Verbivore and ask to be put on the informal mailing list that we are passing around. When the mood strikes, someone sends mail, and we chicken!
Finding us is simple, we meet in irc, usually on #write, though sometimes the channel isn't available. Just /notify Verbivore or hnt, and go where we can be found. If you don't know what I'm talking about, find out about irc at irchelp.
Here is an example round to show you how. The topic is: drops of wine on a broken wineglass.
Abbenay: Drops and rivulets of vibrant purple-red flow into wicking white linen Spreading out between us like a secret revealed My clumsiness upsets me and the color from the table takes my face I look into your gaze where humor and affection make it better and worse hnt: 4 AM: just ashes left in the fireplace... Long night -- reading. Broken glass, on the floor somehow... don't recall how that happened? Uh..some fragmented dream, wet with wine.. Yeah...but heck, I must've just spilled it. Couldn't have had anything to do with.. Whoa! It's still here, INSIDE I feel it.. Jeezus! I'm cut! I'm cut! Hell, don't panic.. must be an explanation ..something... Gotta stop drinking, Today even. But, gee, I sure need one now! Gawd! Maizesun: Blessing that flowed under sharp breath and the holy man's softly uttered curse This spirit wine bought with the marital purse. One man gave me away And another crunched the glass Such sweet sharp alterations I am changed forever My troth stitched My future sewn Lift my veil. LIft my veil. `Robin The Ninth Wonder It surprised me There must have been something In the air that night I never expected to see He dropped the glass. It was the same as any Friday night at home He'd return, around eight, Halfway there already I had roughly four hours of peace Following the school day When I was smaller I would hide under the bed Waiting for him to go out again There was no solace after he'd gone I worried too much about what would happen When he returned for the second time that night. It was no different He was in a rage He was out of control He was going to hurt one of us. Have you ever seen a drunk drop his glass? I've always wondered why it seems to never happen Given their contition And how easy it should be to spill something When they're in it I say it's the ninth wonder We watched as he swung around the ditchen losing his balance As his fist crashed through the back window and the glass crashed to the floor. ===Robin/97===
Here are a few more examples.
Topic: Hard headed woman
Abbenay:
There is a woman
shaped hole
in that man
over there
Another in
the wall behind him
where the sunlight
columns in through dust
She had that look
that steady burn
that says
beware
The one thing that could
have saved him
was to show her
his heart
Instead he showed
his own hard head
and she took the heart
when she left
Topic 2: on the toilet
Hnt:
Florida mid-day
swelter... there for
water, I guess
a tiny toad squats
on
porcelain. Puke green
spot coiled on
crazed yellow.
Bursting in, I glance and recoil.
But lurch!
my own toadness grips
me.
"OK, you first...go ahead", I said,
then turned and grabbed the other
stall, - half for support.
Two parts horror, admiration - one.
A cosmic smirk swirling
in sweat stink...
My laugh came deep but
foul.