riding is my only hope
I ride my motorcycle because I feel joyful and free when I do. I also ride my motorcycle because it helps me to not think about the multiple crises we…
when wind isn’t therapy
I got up early this morning and rode for two hours in less-than-ideal conditions to volunteer at a poker run for a good cause. During the ride to the…
the magnificent margaret moth
Today, March 21, 2023, is the thirteenth death anniversary of one of my heroines, camerawoman Margaret Moth. Moth began her journalism career in her native New Zealand and joined…
mississippi mills council ‘reporting’ reboot
I’m not really a political animal. When I lived overseas, I didn’t have a vote and had no control of what happened around me. But in Canada, my vote…
war crimes
I woke up this morning to horror stories of slain civilians and empty rhetoric. This poem is about that. war crimes by susan © 2022 war crimes blackened streets…
war zones
This painting by fine artist and FB friend Don Bruner captured my attention. The subject is the downtown Almonte, Ontario, Canada, the small community in which we both live….
space invaders
The name of this poem is inspired by a 1978 video game (screen shot above) in which “the goal is to defeat wave after wave of descending aliens with…
battle stations
We are becoming polarized, divided and disconnected to the point that we seem completely unable to hear each other. It’s sad. This poem is about that. battle stations by…
you know what to do
Almonte resident Debbie Anderson made these signs and stuck them out on her front lawn to remind us all what we need to do to beat COVID-19. Thank you Debbie….
ptsd: a poem written in 2017 that still applies in 2020
ptsd © 2017 punkie Listen here (and/or read below): ptsd © 2017 punkie i cry as the sun sets i weep at its rise the least little…