once a day
light from the setting sun gleams
off the gold Buddha,
and shines through a window
across the boulevard.
That Time of Day [Tanka]
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DAILY PHOTO: Chùa Kim Liên
PROMPT: Cooking Fail
Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.
A blunder once in a while does not rise to tragedy. I burn toast on a regular basis. Think about that. It’s the most rudimentary culinary activity imaginable, and I fuck it up at least weekly.
To be fair, I think my toaster might be a North Korean imposter, part of a plot to undermine the Western Capitalist world one ruined breakfast at a time.
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Twilight River [Haiku]
Wee Hours [Free Verse]
In the wee hours,
The city becomes a blur
Of color and motion,
But the moon
Is the moon
Is the moon.
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Hills of Tranquility [Free Verse]
Stony hills
Blanketed in green;
Softened -
Yet still hard.
Silent -
Yet riotous
As wind buffets
My face when I
Speed past.
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DAILY PHOTO: Mountain Near Sóc Hà
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PROMPT: Lesson
Few things in life matter as much as they feel they do. Almost nothing is perilous, while many things feel as though they are. Don’t let illusory feelings keep one from living boldly.
Or, as the Epicureans liked to say, “What is painful is easy to endure.”
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DAILY PHOTO: Trúc Lâm Đại Giác Zen Monastery
PROMPT: Foods
Those that are authentic to wherever I am at the moment. [Nothing fancy, but with nutritional value.]
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