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…
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…
i lost my marbles
On December 16, 2021, my FB friend and avid rider, Hai Vu, claimed in the Ottawa Motorcycle Riders group that he was “starting to lose [his] marbles;” thus: I commented…
getting to the other side
A real-life story from the autumn of 2016. *** The car headlights swept over a small body as I turned left into the unpaved cul-de-sac where I lived. A…
spring is sprung
Everyone in Canada loves spring. Especially the everyones who ride motorcycles. Braaaaap! spring is sprung by susan © 2022 Listen here: Read here: spring is sprung spring’s the…
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….
ride o’clock
When Ottawa Motorcycle Riders group member Pinkie shared a post about it being ‘ride o’clock somewhere’ on a snowy day in February, I was inspired to write the first…
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…