Berniegourley

LATEST ARTICLES ( 3743 )

• POEM: Trio

  

  I her form, perched at the water's edge, took the shape of a treble clef and all the notes that followed, my heart did sing II there's a gravity that grows... Read more

  Posted on 27 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• BOOK REVIEW: King Lear by William Shakespeare

  Project Gutenberg page This is the tale of virtuous children, wronged, who nevertheless do the right thing when the time for filial piety is at hand. This play... Read more

  Posted on 27 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• BOOK REVIEW: The Neil Gaiman Library, Vol. 2 by Neil Gaiman

  The Neil Gaiman Library Volume 2 by Neil Gaiman My rating: 5 of 5 stars Amazon.in page Out: November 24, 2020 This is a graphic novelization of several pieces o... Read more

  Posted on 26 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: The Devil’s Hour

  

  I'll not weep in, this, the Devil's hour. I might not laugh, but I won't be dour. The blur of winged fury sweeps above. Each thinks of his first and last love,... Read more

  Posted on 26 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: The Gift of Mysteries

  

  The Truthlands are chartless and vast. I crave understanding. I've tripped through time on jagged lines in search of mind-expanding. I'm like a dog in hot... Read more

  Posted on 25 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: When Time Died

  

  when time died we were frozen - blocks of inaction no one would ever know no light traveled to eyes no vibrating air entered ears no bioelectricity zipped down... Read more

  Posted on 24 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: Motor Lodge King Lear

  

  Throw torrents - bending them with wind gusts, sending water spattering against the glass as if propelled by a preternatural hand. The earth tells by its tone... Read more

  Posted on 23 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: Granite Lands

  Land where granite domes bubble up, blistering the forest. Callousing its broad swath of green with an ashen gray nest. I know your echo from the land where I... Read more

  Posted on 22 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• Lost in the Marketplace [Prose Poem]

  

  In 2002, I took a stroll in the marketplace and discovered I couldn't get out. I was never lost, but neither could I escape the market. When I got home, I... Read more

  Posted on 21 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: Traveler [Bergerette]

  

  I've ridden the rails spooked by horn wails, yet still rode. I've hiked hills and dales caught in rains and gales, but still strode. I've watched wind fill... Read more

  Posted on 21 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: Woodland Wake Up Call [Villanelle]

  

  The morning sun has broken through the trees. Its yellow light is dancing on the tent. The fly is flapping gently in the breeze. Some droplets rolling down - oh... Read more

  Posted on 20 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: The Summoned [a Rondeau]

  

  The temple bell clangs long and loud. It calls them all from far and near. How'll they come remains so unclear. Could be in ones - could be in crowds. They'd... Read more

  Posted on 19 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• BOOK REVIEW: Some Are Always Hungry by Jihyun Yun

  Amazon.in page This brief collection includes poems about food, folk knowledge, nostalgia, women's issues, and expatriation / immigration. The title's... Read more

  Posted on 18 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• BOOK REVIEW: Spark by Naoki Matayoshi

  Amazon.in page "Spark" tells the story of two manzai comedians. Manzai is a Japanese comedic form that involves a duo that engage in rapid-fire conversational... Read more

  Posted on 18 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Chuy Prospeckti

  This entry was posted in Kyrgyzstan, photographs, Photos, pictures, Tourism, travel and tagged Bishkek, Bishkek City Hall, Chuy Avenue, Chuy Prospect,... Read more

  Posted on 17 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: Murderous Skies

  

  A flare, like a blinding flashlight, shines at the fore Puddles of deep crimson crawl laterally - as if that bright dot was the wound At the periphery, all the... Read more

  Posted on 16 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: A Low Layer of Rushing Clouds [Prose Poem]

  

  A vein of graphite gray clouds glide - low and fast - under a static white ceiling. No patches of blue peek through, today. Oh, where are those fast blackened... Read more

  Posted on 15 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: Hangdog Flower

  

  A flower by a creek, swaying like a metronome. Its bright and bulbous head sits atop a skinny stalk Oh, are you counting time? Or is time foreign for you? Your... Read more

  Posted on 14 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: Believing Machines

  

  Humans are believing machines. If one can imagine a thing, one can make it one's reality. Under an infinite night sky, with nothing to grasp in one's hands,... Read more

  Posted on 13 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL

• POEM: Dead Woods [Rubaiyat]

  

  In wild and wicked woods, I walk. Convinced the winds carry strange talk. In grumbles heard - no meaning grasped - faux whispers won't tell - only squawk. The... Read more

  Posted on 12 August 2020 SOCIETY, TRAVEL