thinking of when i ride Rose again
and i close my eyesdreaming of curves up aheadthe wind in my hair Continue reading thinking of when i ride Rose again
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The 19th Draft: Before And After Rose
For the longest time, I felt as though there was something I was missing or was missing in me, something, I was looking for in every eye, every guy, every word, as if, this person really, would be the one I’m seeking and the hollowness inside would disappear. Geesh, should have known it was a gad dang bike I was hunting for, would never have … Continue reading The 19th Draft: Before And After Rose
The 50th And I: how i got through my horrible, no good, very bad day
This one just kinda jumped out at me from the next in the pile of unposted posts and said, “pick me, pick me”, and so I did, as last Saturday had almost completely fallen headfirst into a horrible, no good, very bad day. This time there were two key differences, and one being that I can entirely lay blame at my own feet, since it was I … Continue reading The 50th And I: how i got through my horrible, no good, very bad day
How And Why I Learned To Fart Like A Pro
Coming back home last night, thankful I would rather bike to work than walk the 600 or so metres across the street and buy bus tickets, funny that, eh? I would much rather just gear up and ride off on my own, at no one’s mercy but for stoplights and pesky cars, otherwise it is just me and the road, me and the wind in … Continue reading How And Why I Learned To Fart Like A Pro
a Hoya from Rumi
years ago now, Mom’s bestfriend gave me a Hoya from the one that hung in Grandma’s kitchen and at the base of the pot she wrote a Rumi quote however, Hoyas and I don’t see eye to eye and i killed it long ago other things have resided until last year and it was left outside and yesterday afternoon the 1st of May it came … Continue reading a Hoya from Rumi
just Rose and i
the clear blue sky would rather be than most anywhere with her wheels underneath instead of my feet the parkway unfolds for me, the river at my side wind on my face and not a trace of him, you, them, or otherwise as i just ride ~~ * ~~ * ~~ for the WPC :: i’d rather be… Continue reading just Rose and i
cycling on a sunny day
so i have this way i go along the river riding noble rose down pathways, i cruise with my sunglasses on and my hair in a bun faster and faster i go, as i’ve caught a breeze that won’t let me go. Continue reading cycling on a sunny day
Pictures From The Path
Thames Valley Parkway – London, Ontario – May 28, 2017 Continue reading Pictures From The Path
my vintage rose
you were made for me faded and jaded are we with dented fenders submitted for / a good match Continue reading my vintage rose
gear 1, 2, 3
and this i she rides by looking up cold blast i think fast down the city streets on my way to work up that hill gear 3, 2, 1 and i crest and i test this me the one eyeing 50 as i ride gear 1, 2, 3 Continue reading gear 1, 2, 3
last summer with rose
beyond my stoop, this January day and i hide away with horns some guitar a piano as snow falls and melts away to Bach’s variations a Verdi, Dvorak an etude enchants me an ave Maria and i am back at the Grotto again i lost myself and found my soul as my heart beats the wind in my hair and the vistas a symphony of … Continue reading last summer with rose
rose in her winter slumber
she doth deserve nothing less after our rambling, this summer of summers. on long rides just her and i down pathways old and new yet, i shall not be without this winter for a ride as i now have acquired her little sister, midnight blue Continue reading rose in her winter slumber
Cycling Towards A New Mythology
Just before I reach work there is a wavy path that runs through this greenspace in the middle of suburbia I cycle through. Imagine, if you will, it’s 4:30 (or so) AM, and it’s late fall. Though the darkness obscures the path, I have come to know it as well as the lines on my own face. My new bike light flashes, illuminating the shadow … Continue reading Cycling Towards A New Mythology
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