last rides
The feeling of riding a motorcycle is hard to capture in words. The joy of doing so when Canadian autumn colours are at their most beautiful is impossible –…
for cassie & her da
As I said in another post, conversations I have with people (and sometimes the people themselves), inspire me to write poetry. When I had the good fortune of meeting…
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…
sunset ride
Mostly, I ride solo. I’m accustomed to solitude so it fits for me. Still, when the opportunity presents itself I also love to ride with someone else. There’s something special…
endless practice: the art of slow motorcycle riding
The first time I saw Mark Walker’s parking lot practice video – shot with a drone – I was mesmerized. For one thing, it’s difficult to ride a motorcycle…
i lost my marbles (part 2)
Not much to say about this other than I lost my marbles in December and found them again in April. This poem is about that. i lost my marbles…