miss aligned
I scroll through a new photographer friend’s images of a foggy night in Almonte, the town in which we both live. They feature her husband as a model. They are…
dead bugs are dope
You don’t get away with much in a FB motorcycle group. I posted this pic and caption, for example, in the Ottawa Misfits Motorcycle Group: The post generated a…
woe is us
Poking fun at the start of the long, dark winter 😛 woe is us by susan © 2022 Listen here: Read here: woe is us november’s here with cold…
under pressured
A tongue-in-cheek piece about fixing my front tire. under pressured by susan © 2022 Listen here: Read here: under pressured if a tire were a sentence things would…
in pieces
Sometimes, conversations I have with people (and sometimes the people themselves), inspire me to write poetry. Actually, I often feel like I don’t write the poems, but that they…
rob’s cottage weekend ride 1b
I write a lot. In fits and starts. And I struggle to find words to describe motorcycle riding. This is a prose poem, which is a style I don’t…
#hunkofalenzo
For Franco Lenzo on his birthday August 2022. (Listen to the spoken word by clicking on the audio player or read the words below.) #hunkofalenzo by susan ©…
nuts!
nuts! by the poetry pixies © 2022 Click the player to hear the audio version (better) or read the words below (second best): nuts! scrambled, fried baked or frozen who…
running on empty
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields… Jackson Browne ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inconveniently, my Yamaha V-Star 250 is…
strawberry fields forever. or maybe until monday.
We didn’t just happen upon the strawberry fields. Barb put them in our ride plan. The synchronicity of the route wouldn’t surface until after the fact, which isn’t surprising as…