As we always do, we keep pedaling

As we always do, we keep pedaling

The bike path has come alive again and so have we. Songbirds call from tree to tree and Bear Creek roars white, frothing up the sides of its banks. My wheels kick up the beeswax musk of crushed cottonwood buds. It is almost unbelievable, this sunshine, streaming unapologetically through vapor lingering in the air. The … Continue reading

Many evenings

Many evenings

Winter. Time for what’s told only when light makes itself scarce. Slight days, cold-hefted nights lengthened for listening from the poem “Gather Close” by Paulann Petersen One day, we took a drive. Wheels turning along the banks of a great river, past the lacy descent of a waterfall, under the shadow of autumn hills, to … Continue reading

Matters of the Heart

Matters of the Heart

You can never tell with them. Dangerous and riveting creatures altogether. Best to avoid them because they can do and will bring you [pain]…but they are so utterly fascinating, so unpredictable, so allowing, that you find yourself drawn to them almost against your will, against your better judgment, against all sense and sanity, day after … Continue reading

There is so much

There is so much

There is so much humanity to uncover discover recover His rear light flashes cheerfully as she steadily overtakes him. As his shape comes more steadily into view with each stroke of the pedals, the details began to clarify: fluorescent Velcro around his ankle, blue raincoat striped with reflective tape down his arms, Keen tennis shoes, … Continue reading

a Sunday morning

a Sunday morning

On quite a few Sunday mornings over the past year, curious inquirers could have found me sitting at a table at Hot Lips Pizza on Hawthorne Street, pen in hand and blank journal page in front of me. Every last Sunday and third Thursday mornings of the month, Hot Lips Pizza hosts writing workshops held … Continue reading

An Ode

An Ode

I have recently reconnected with an old love. Guess who? Hello old love. It has been awhile. Did you think I was gone forever? I do admit, I lost interest. But maybe the real reason I left you behind is because I was scared when the going got rough, when crisp fall days turned into … Continue reading