Taken in December of 2014 on Phuket
Taken in Jaipur in November of 2015
DAILY PHOTO: Animals in Clothing
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Author Archives: B Gourley
DAILY PHOTO: Udaipur Dusk
Taken in November of 2018 in Udaipur
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DAILY PHOTO: Crawford Market Clocktower
Taken in June of 2018 in Mumbai
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POEM: Mentally Rodential
my mind jumps about
it scurries
it scampers
it lurches
it cowers
like a foraging rodent,
one at risk of starving
because it keeps dropping its acorn
at the sight of one that seems
more bulbous
more coppery
more glossy
Buddhists talk of hungry ghosts,
creatures with insatiable appetites
but mouths no good for eating
i crave knowledge and understanding,
but have a mind undisciplined
for chewing and digesting
that hardy substance
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POEM: Leaden Morning
church bells peal on a rainy, leaden morning
tern squeal heard between the tolls —
rain muffled
fishing boats ride out on the rolling ocean
exact whereabouts unknown
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POEM: Sunrise Beach
people stagger down to sunrise beach,
like a zombie horde,
bed creases still fading
Sunworshipers —
in the literal sense —
not the kind seeking some shade of bronze
and what better to honor?
should the sun fail to shine
we’re eight minutes from our midnight
should it disappear altogether
we would hurl away,
an ice block
to be slung about by gravitational fields
or to simply careen into some other
unsuspecting block of ice or iron
except for vents from our molten core
all energy begins in that solar furnace
all green leaves
all creatures who eat the green leaves
all the creatures who eat the creatures who eat the green leaves
all fired by that grand fusion
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DAILY PHOTO: Cebu City Street Scene Near Osmeña Fountain
Taken in December of 2017 in Cebu City
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POEM: Relativity [a sonnet]
in the space of a blossom’s drift to earth
i feel the gravity give way below
i’ve all the time for terror, shock, and mirth
as tics and tocks go viscous in their flow
each emotion will be given its due
stretched out as if by hands that squeeze and pull
and i can feel, better than see the view
as the planet hangs in a peculiar lull
by the time i start to see the humor
i’m bouncing off the pavement on my back
has my mind been rewired by a tumor?
or has my train of mind slipped its track?
then a blaring horn fills the silent void
and return the kindly and the annoyed
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DAILY PHOTO: Tañon Strait at Sunset
Taken in December of 2017 near Moalboal (Panagsama Beach)
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POEM: Perspective
red lights glint off the rails
no trains pass by tonight
moon striped in jet contrails
I wonder who’s in flight
perched upon a boxcar
jets seem so far from here
I see a patch of stars
recall words of Shakespeare
about heaven, earth, and my philosophy
