a canadian rider’s winter prayer
This poem is a short prayer for Canadian riders in winter. c’mon spring by susan © 2022 c’mon spring when we are too long inside we get depressed and…
This poem is a short prayer for Canadian riders in winter. c’mon spring by susan © 2022 c’mon spring when we are too long inside we get depressed and…
I have been wronged. It wasn’t my fault. I have been preyed upon and abused. Also not my fault. I have been wronged, preyed upon and abused because I…
During COVID lockdowns, many of us found out how uncomfortable it can be to be confined. But Canadian motorcycle riders have known forever what that’s like: we get twitchy…
The first thing I see when I wake up every winter morning is fireworks. Silent, silver fireworks produced for no one but me. They are disguised as a Boston…
It’s all good. Until the six of them come up behind at – I’m guessing – well over 100 km/hr. We’re on the twistie that runs through Tatlock. It’s my…
I wish The Fox and I hadn’t crashed in early November. And I wish I hadn’t suffered a broken left wrist and dislocated thumb, which I learned this week…
A cheeky seasonal salute (in punny poetry form) to CBC’s As It Happens co-host Chris Howden, pictured above in a treated screen shot lifted with impunity (so far LOL)…
Often, when I feel I’m not being my best self, or living my best life or that others are not treating me in the way I deserve to be…
Enough is enough LOL 😛 sure this one’s my last claims the crazy hai vu as he gathers together a new motley crew they come from afar and…