The sky is gray.
The lake is gray.
The city beyond is gray.
Once so big,
The city is now small,
And I fear fog
Might erase it.
Gray [Free Verse]
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Lantern [Free Verse]
The lightbulb inside
A temple lantern
Shines like the sun:
Backdrop to painted
Branch & blossom...
But the fact that it's lit
Means that it must be
The moon.
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That Time of Day [Tanka]
once a day
light from the setting sun gleams
off the gold Buddha,
and shines through a window
across the boulevard.
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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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