On Writing Poems – part 1 – establish practice

Do you want to write poems? Do you already write poems? Sometimes writing poems is easier than other times. Important to writing poetry is incorporating the mindset of having a practice. Make poetry a routine part of your day. I like to compare it to weeding in the garden, which is a practice. In theContinue reading “On Writing Poems – part 1 – establish practice”

Hi! Bi! – coming out part 1

I never thought I’d come out of the closet, because I never thought I was in one. At times as a kid I did wonder, and worry I might be gay, but it didn’t reconcile with the fact that I really liked girls. Well into adulthood I came to terms with the fact that IContinue reading “Hi! Bi! – coming out part 1”

My Friend, the Fluorescent Light

I have this thing I do at work I want to tell you about. I’ve somehow become the Fluorescent Light Expert. I inspect and maintain the fluorescent light fixtures in this large showroom where I work. Despite my ignorance of fluorescent lights or the physics of electricity in general, I’m considered the expert on allContinue reading “My Friend, the Fluorescent Light”

Toonces The Cat Who Could Be President

Throughout the 45th presidency, I’ve tried to relate the state of the world to stories and literature in order to make sense of it all. 1984 the obvious choice. The Handmaid’s Tale, Brave New World, Animal Farm; I’ve more recently settled upon Toonces The Cat Who Could Drive a Car as the best story toContinue reading “Toonces The Cat Who Could Be President”

Bike #2 and the magic raffle

I have one clear memory when it comes to my second bike, which was also my first road bike. It was a Schwinn World Sport, I believe from 1980. Unlike most all of the other bikes I’ve owned, I don’t really have memories of riding this one. I do remember I got a handlebar-mounted touringContinue reading “Bike #2 and the magic raffle”

Bike #1 and the James Street Jump

I was around five when I got my first bike. It was a white Huffy with a Snoopy numberplate that said BARNSTORMER on it. I remember my grandmother said it was too big for me. I remember I thought it made me a big kid. My father took me out back behind our house toContinue reading “Bike #1 and the James Street Jump”

Mountain Biker’s Prayer

To be undressed at the Subaru’s hatch, pulling on shorts and peering into the woods for trails and sounds of life and signs of riding. To lube chain and dial-in brakes, shifting, saddle height, alone at the trailhead or with buddies, talking smack, sneaking a hit, stretching legs. To attack the trail and climb immediatelyContinue reading “Mountain Biker’s Prayer”