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2009 Ride #30

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It’s really, really muggy this morning … yuck. The air is thick and it’s hard for this boy to breathe, but it still felt good to get outside, if only for a little while.

Stayed flat in Holladay and Murray. Now, shower (again), then down to Library Square with the girlie [...]

Video Poetry (Now Edition)

BLINK-182 – NOT NOW

Come here, please hold my hand, Lord, now Help me, I’m scared please show me how To fight this, God has a master plan And I guess, I am in his demand

Please save me, this time I cannot run And I’ll see, you when this is done And now [...]

Video Poetry (Educated Edition)

RISE AGAINST – RE-EDUCATION (THROUGH LABOR)

To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away And the rhythm of the awful rusting machines We toss and turn but don’t sleep Each breath we take makes us thieves Like causes without rebels Just talk but promise nothing else

We crawl on our knees for you Under [...]

Poetry Friday

these quiet nights

after the storm there is a hush.

a held breath in moist silences.

after the storm, these quiet nights are all that remain.

we work hard all our lives battling forces we cannot defeat,

our voices mingling with the roar of passing time.

but after the storm there are chances to wipe [...]

Poetry Friday

THE STORM

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Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling between the arbors, the winding terraces; A thin whine of wires, a rattling and flapping of leaves, And the small street-lamp swinging and slamming against         the lamp pole.

Where have the people gone? [...]

Poetry Friday (Sailing Edition)

ALL THOSE SHIPS THAT NEVER SAILED

All those ships that never sailed The ones with their seacocks open That were scuttled in their stalls … Today I bring them back Huge and transitory And let them sail Forever.

All those flowers that you never grew— that you wanted to grow The ones that were [...]

Poetry Friday

THE FIRST POEM

of the day will be calm and gentle, a stumbling, messy easing in, fingers gently on the typer, becoming familiar with the shape of the keys, the sound of the hammer and the form of the letters, it will be a chance to breathe, to gather some momentum, to look at the [...]