missing the highlands
Last May, I couldn’t ride for two weeks while I recovered from a sprained ankle suffered on a morning walk. This year, I’m not riding for several months while…
on dark days
The most beautiful days – the ones when the sun is shining, the sky is blue and the air is cool not cold – are the days I feel…
one for mom and the road
I wrote the poem below on Mother’s Day morning 2025. But I didn’t publish it until today – four days later – because James took me pillion on his…
word song
To anyone who thinks they can convince, cajole and/or connive me into singing, please pay attention: I don’t sing in public. Point finale. The only exceptions are Happy Birthday…
re*butt*all
Some people see darkness where others see light and vice versa. This is a poem in which I complain about people who complain. Ah. The irony. re*butt*all by susan ©…
treasure
When I came across this pic by Dave Wyman in the Ottawa Motorcycle Riders Facebook group in autumn 2023, I knew immediately there was poetry hidden in it. I…
the pass
One day in April, I was riding with a couple of others somewhere in the Ontario Highlands when I saw another rider approaching a long way down the road….
bad weather blues
It’s April 24, 2024. When I wake up, the first thing I do is open the blinds and look out the window. It’s snowing. S.N.O.W.I.N.G. WTF. Sigh. Ten minutes…
mabel murple rides in purple
Everyone knows I love #PINK. But I love purple too. Especially if it’s poetic purple about riding purple motorcycles. What if… “…there was a purple planet with purple people…
a fish out of water
When I saw this doodle called ‘possibilities’ by my new friend Andrea Ross, words leaped out of my brain like a fish jumping out of a bowl. And what…