Monthly Archives: August 2012

Yellow Daisy Haiku

Posted on August 29, 2012 by B Gourley

Yellow Daisy tufts sprout from every fissure on top the mountain One yellow daisy crushed upon the granite its error unknown When your petals drop Autumn will be upon us for now they hang tight

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NotSo-Zen Haiku

Posted on August 24, 2012 by B Gourley

There are many haiku that seem to express an instant of satori. These are not those haiku. The first may be partially recognized. It is an homage to Kobayashi Issa. Even while sleeping Budda receives offerings How’s one get that gig? Unearthly pigeon dropped … Continue reading →

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Lava Java

Posted on August 23, 2012 by B Gourley

Brewed in hell fire Lava hot Starbucks coffee Scalds my pie hole

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The Demon Virtuous, an Eater of Sin

Posted on August 22, 2012 by B Gourley

It resides in the shadow
just at the light’s edge.
It, the moral demon,
stands between our world
and the dark horde
that seeks to roll
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Lucy’s Charm: A Short Story

Posted on August 18, 2012 by B Gourley

A distant scream jarred Mac from his sleep. Continue reading →

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Where is the Exit to the Hive Mind?

Posted on August 11, 2012 by B Gourley

I hear the voice in my head like an announcement heard from a METRO platform. The hive says, “Be a good little boy, and watch your tv. “Let it transmit its wisdom. And you shall know what whitens, And you … Continue reading →

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Creatures of the night go walking

Posted on August 5, 2012 by B Gourley

A Gothic façade by gaslight glow, H waits within the moon-made shadow Down the steps to sidewalk, V alights. Past witching hour on a silent night Fang of a wolf, but suit of wool Behind the eyes, there lacks a … Continue reading →

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Once I ruled the parade

Posted on August 2, 2012 by B Gourley

It’s the nation’s bicentennial,
and I’m in the parade.

In a small town,
everyone is in the parade,
except the cheek-pinchers
and crotchety Gus.
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