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About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. His poetry collection, Poems of the Introverted Yogi is now available on Amazon. He teaches yoga, with a specialization in pranayama, and holds a RYT500 certification. For most of his adult life, he practiced martial arts, including: Kobudo, Muay Thai, Kalaripayattu, and Taiji. He is a world traveler, having visited more than 40 countries around the globe.

DAILY PHOTO: Carpet Museum & Flame Towers, Baku

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Photograph of the Carpet Museum (right fore) and the Flame Towers (left background) in Baku, Azerbaijan.

PROMPT: Broken the Law

Daily writing prompt
Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?

I watched enough Wile E. Coyote to know when someone is trying to dance me under an anvil.

Winter Blossoms [Senryū]

Photograph of pink blossoms in Winter. Taken from the Big Creek Greenway Trail in Alpharetta, GA in early February.
Winter plum blossoms
try to trick mind and eye;
cold fingers won't buy.

DAILY PHOTO: Big Creek Greenway Wildlife

White-Tailed Deer taken in Big Creek Greenway in Alpharetta, GA.
Eastern Gray Squirrel eating an acorn along the Big Creek Greenway in Alpharetta, GA.
A male / female pair of Hooded Merganser Ducks taken on the Big Creek Greenway Trail in Alpharetta, GA.

Prompt: Biography

Daily writing prompt
If there were a biography about you, what would the title be?

Slow Learner Sings the Blues

Spring Cascade [Haiku]

Photograph of Shaki Waterfall in Armenia. Taken during the Spring.
Spring waterfall
grows by the day as ice --
somewhere -- shrinks.

DAILY PHOTO: Noravank Monastery in Portrait Orientation

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A photograph of Armenia's Noravank Monastery taken in portrait orientation.

Cherry Lovers [Senryū]

Photograph of a Cherry Tree branch taken in Yerevan, Armenia.
some love cherries;
some, blossoms; some, Fall leaves.
who loves trunk & branch?

Dine & Move [Haiku]

A House Sparrow on a cobbled road near the Cascade Complex in Yerevan, Armenia.
sparrow finds food
among well-trod cobbles,
then flits into blur.

PROMPT: At Your Age

Daily writing prompt
What were your parents doing at your age?

I suspect they’d have been making strange and new noises every time they got up from a seat, as well as experiencing randomly distributed sharp shooting pains every once in a while. The apple, presumably, doesn’t fall far from the tree.