how motorcycle riders feel about riding motorcycles
This clip pretty much captures it. No words necessary really 🙂 <3 © 2022 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint,…
This clip pretty much captures it. No words necessary really 🙂 <3 © 2022 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint,…
When I squeezed into a parking spot at the post office the other week, I noticed an elderly woman beside me at the rear of her car. A hatchback. As…
Little things (good and bad), have big impacts on me. I’m not sure why, but they do. A couple of months ago, I bought a motorcycle. A small, manageable-for-me motorcycle….
I was born at 0600 PST on January 28, 1956. I turn sixty-five today January 28, 2021. It seems like yesterday and several lifetimes ago that I was turning six….
A friend and I were out walking on December 19, 2020, when I spotted something unusual on the side of the trail. “Look Stephanie,” I said. “There’s a heart hanging…
This poem was generated by a writing group prompt about Romeo and Juliet. It’s a bit of fun and frivolity based on the truth of what love often feels…
There was a time when I’d never heard any of the tunes or artists below. Then I fell in love with each in turn as someone seduced me with them…
I first created and shared this post on June 22, 2014. I’m republishing it again on June 4, 2020, because today I have felt joyful after what has seemed a…