Spilling open

So I took this photo yesterday while riding my bike because a magnolia is blooming in October in Atlanta and that’s not normal. I didn’t even notice the lizard until I got home and then got to thinking about what else we don’t see in life. By then I had already written this poem in…

Broken concrete person

There used to be a broken concrete person here, laying amidst detritus and debris. It inspired the third installment of my Poems at the Speed of Bike, which I’ve left in that exact spot (the other two are still at Gallery 26 on Belty). Now there’s a butterfly bench and fresh mulch, and a multiuse…

One thing that scares me

They say to do something every day that scares you. You’d think that would mean “taking the lane” for a bike rider. But for me, that’s not the scary thing. The scary thing on a daily basis is my art. My art literally scares the hell out of me. Not just what I create, but…

Poems at the speed of bike

So Poems at the Speed of Bike (1) is out there. Three more to come during the rest of Biketober. For no particular reason.