
DAILY PHOTO: Anjuna Hill
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boats rise & roll
with constant motion; as
gentle waves lap ashore.



water smashes shore,
rising as foam then raining
back down as liquid.

The sign read: "Flee Market,"
and so, of course, I fled.
The hawkers called to me
as I sped like hot lead.
From what I was fleeing,
I have no idea.
But I found a cheap chair
down at the IKEA.

white water churns
down the hillside into
a sprawling flood.

abandoned building,
in the background, blurs:
eyes lock on flowers

What’s your go-to comfort food?
Completely depends on where I am at the moment. Here, in South India, it’s a paper masala dosa.

But [for example] in Budapest it’s túrós csusza, in Bangkok it’s pad thai, in Bombay it’s vada pav, and in Vajrayana Buddhist areas it’s momo.

egrets & herons
stand on lily pads, only
sinking when stepping.