Spilling open

Poems happen a lot when I’m Traveling at the Speed of Bike. This one, inspired by a magnolia spilling its seeds, is one of six poems in my book. You can find it on page 139 in the print edition, available on Amazon in all global markets*. Other poems are named ABC Quick Check; Dear Girl; The Gutter…

Mid-wash

I mention in my book how I buried some friends. Every year when the hydrangeas bloom (as they are doing right now), I am reminded of one of them and this poem I wrote afterwards. Mid-Wash White-centered, Fringed by petals Tinged with blue, Hydrangeas bloom Again, Like last year When death came And took you…

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…

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

Words fly at me while I ride. Sometimes I capture them. My next found-space art exhibit with 7 MPH is titled Poems at the Speed of Bike. I’ve just started pulling it together. Stay tuned . . .