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 –…
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 –…
Life has taken me to many amazing places around the world. But I never dreamed I would one day be riding roads near and far on a motorcycle. The…
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…
“Ride home safe,” a friend messaged me. “That’s the plan!” I replied. But things didn’t go according to plan… ******* The Carleton Place Show and Shine was cancelled forty-five…
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…
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…
August 21, 2022: A year ago yesterday, I bought a motorcycle. At the time (August 20, 2021), I hadn’t ridden a motorcycle for more than twenty minutes in fits…
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! 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…
Good thing I was in a construction zone when she tried to cross the road. Otherwise, I would’ve been going much faster than I was. Chances are I would…