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…
battle stations
We are becoming polarized, divided and disconnected to the point that we seem completely unable to hear each other. It’s sad. This poem is about that. battle stations by…
best friends
My mother’s room was at the end of the hall on the third floor of the nursing home. Her neighbour’s door was always open when I walked by. There…
nothing at all
I write with a friend twice a week in winter. Sometimes I write chapters for the book I’ve been working on for years and that may never be finished….
snow crew thank you
Snow falls in Canada in winter. Hard working crews clear our roads so we can get around. We appreciate it. This poem is about that. snow crew thank you…
wordle (the poem)
All of a sudden, the world has gone wordle crazy. This poem is about that. wordle (the poem) by susan © 2022 wordle (the poem) puzzle lovers please beware…
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…
frozen
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 magic of silent winter fireworks
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…