E.K. Daniels
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Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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What Is Senryu?. Top Story - November 2023.
In the spirit of the ‘Snafu Senryu’ challenge, I did a little digging into the art of Japanese poetry to understand a bit of the history of Senryu, in hopes that it would inspire a few gems (spoiler alert—it did!) Senryu is a form of Japanese poetry that shares a common structure with traditional haiku but serves a different purpose. Like haiku, senryu consists of three lines with a syllable pattern of 5-7-5. Unlike haiku, however, the form is more focused on human nature, rather than the natural world. Senryu often delves into the humorous, satirical, or ironic aspects of daily life and the human experience.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Writers
A Tale of Two Clefs
Her name was Blaire. In true roman á clef fashion, her name is changed to protect the not so innocent. She was two years older than me. We met in high school band, and bonded over all things, Alan Rickman and our mutual love of British men that were far too old for us. We were an unlikely duo. Even our musical instruments of choice had different clefs. She played the trombone, and I played the flute. I was friends with mostly brass players. The woodwinds mostly smelled like cheap perfume and gossip. I switched to the oboe during orchestral season. It was a switch to say the least. I remember the band director shutting me in a pratice room with a tuba before even allowing me to attempt the double-reeded oboe.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Chapters
Penning the Grayscale
We never forget our first love, do we? Most 'firsts' are clumsy and awkward. They're the beginning of a journey. In love, they're often heart-breaking. We learn their lessons—of love lost, perhaps unrequited, and of own capacity to adapt to change.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Writers
Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind: The Book That Saved Me From Myself
Life at 22 was a rollercoaster with no brakes. Despite appearances, I’ve always fancied myself a bit of a thrill-seeker, but even for me, things just got too chaotic. Penniless, working three jobs for peanuts, and putting myself through college was topped with the cherry of coping with the betrayal of my family. My stepfather pulled the rug from under me, draining my life savings and taking my car (all things I worked for). Turns out when you remove a narcissist’s supply and begin asserting your independence, they don’t like that very much.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in BookClub
