Author Archives: B Gourley

About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. His poetry collection, Poems of the Introverted Yogi is now available on Amazon. He teaches yoga, with a specialization in pranayama, and holds a RYT500 certification. For most of his adult life, he practiced martial arts, including: Kobudo, Muay Thai, Kalaripayattu, and Taiji. He is a world traveler, having visited more than 40 countries around the globe.

How to Kill a Rogue Yard Gnome, Part 3 of 4

Posted on February 5, 2013 by B Gourley

Notes: a.)    Part I can be read here. b.)   Part II can be read here. c.)    Sorry, I meant to do this in three installments, but this one was getting long. d.)   For the best reading experience, assume all of the continuity gaffes in … Continue reading →

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How to Kill a Rogue Yard Gnome, Part 2

Posted on February 1, 2013 by B Gourley

[Part I can be read here.][Note: this story is also being posted on my website Tao of Loafing.] Five nights ago, as the sun sank below the horizon and the glow of vibrant colors faded, we three were visited by a … Continue reading →

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How to Kill a Rogue Yard Gnome, Part I

Posted on January 30, 2013 by B Gourley

[NOTE: This was also posted on my Tao of Loafing site.] Five nights ago, coming home at days end, nosing my car into the drive, I startled. Where my headlights should have roamed over a patch of bare grass, instead … Continue reading →

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NASA Finds Poetry of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings

Posted on January 9, 2013 by B Gourley

The poetry of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England was thought to have been completely lost when the Earth was demolished to make way for an interstellar expressway. However, a scrap was found adrift in space. Scientists believe the sheer awfulness of the poem may have made it impervious to incineration, which is to say that the rays of the Vogon demolition beams refused to land upon the piece. Continue reading →

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Birds in the Pine

Posted on January 8, 2013 by B Gourley

black bird wing beats  an oscillating fan whoosh overhead twisting, the formation alights  high in the pines chirps mingle with pine cone picking imitating the tinkle  of tiny snapping icicles, or miniature wind chimes the flock clears a tree then … Continue reading →

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Chill Comes to Town

Posted on December 21, 2012 by B Gourley

The chill rides on gusts slapping and snapping flags turning cheeks ruddy making ears and noses numb selling winter with gusto

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Autumnal Haiku

Posted on December 7, 2012 by B Gourley

Sitting, eyes shaded Chirping birds tell lies of spring Chill air tells the truth Crunching leaves, I look No undergrowth, trees barren, Ghost squirrels chasing Walking. Time dilates. As crisp leaves drift to the ground Winter can wait

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Drunken Monkey Got No Kung Fu

Posted on December 5, 2012 by B Gourley

[NO ANIMALS WERE INJURED IN THE WRITING OF THIS POEM.] jungle nights, so very scary creepy-crawlies, beasties hairy caws, screeches, and echoed calls no protection of moat or walls just the thinnest nylon tent then, an idea, heaven-sent who can … Continue reading →

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Phnom Penh: City on the Mend

Posted on November 20, 2012 by B Gourley

City arisen from a beat-down by villains and despots Wounds unhealed, but scabbing highrise tinted glass City of two million in ’74 –two thousand in ’78 Lonely omegamen huddled in dark closets, Anne Franks all, listening for the sound of boots, … Continue reading →

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Sleeper Car Dreamscape

Posted on November 11, 2012 by B Gourley

The sleeper car dreamscape is constant sound and motion A thin curtain separates one from the universe of humanity The car sways as steel wheels clack hard over iron rails That’s the backbeat to which one’s subconscious creates One is snatched … Continue reading →

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