“Upon the Road of My Life” by Stephen Crane [w/ Audio]

Upon the road of my life,
Passed me many fair creatures,
Clothed all in white, and radiant.
To one, finally, I made speech:
“Who art thou?”
But she, like the others,
Kept cowled her face,
And answered in haste, anxiously,
“I am good deed, forsooth;
You have often seen me.”
“Not uncowled,” I made reply.
And with rash and strong hand,
Though she resisted,
I drew away the veil
And gazed at the features of vanity.
She, shamefaced, went on;
And after I had mused a time,
I said of myself,
“Fool!”

PROMPT: Favorite Time

Daily writing prompt
What’s your favorite time of day?

When all is quiet and harmonious, and one anticipates good things are to come.

DAILY PHOTO: History Museum of Armenia

“Song” by James Joyce [w/ Audio]

My love is in a light attire
Among the apple trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.

There, where the gay winds stay to woo
The young leaves as they pass,
My love goes slowly, bending to
Her shadow on the grass.

And where the sky’s a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land,
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress with dainty hand.

PROMPT: Recipe

Daily writing prompt
What’s your favorite recipe?

Flour, water, salt, and yeast. The epitome of simplicity.

DAILY PHOTO: Green & Yellow

“Changed” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [w/ Audio]

From the outskirts of the town
Where of old the mile-stone stood,
Now a stranger, looking down
I behold the shadowy crown
Of the dark and haunted wood.

Is it changed, or am I changed?
Ah! the oaks are fresh and green,
But the friends with whom I ranged
Through their thickets are estranged
By the years that intervene.

Bright as ever flows the sea,
Bright as ever shines the sun,
But alas! they seem to me
Not the sun that used to be,
Not the tides that used to run.

PROMPT: Excited

Daily writing prompt
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.

Being able to read Chinese, even if is dumbed-down stories for beginners and I still have to look words up every few sentences. But it feels like I’ve stumbled upon a door to a whole new universe.

Forfeit [Haiku]

brown moth blends against bare earth,
'til footfall tremor sends it lurching.

Summer Fluff [Haiku]

gone to fluff:
flowers quietly await a
good, stiff breeze.