Category Archives: Harley Davdson

Rumbling About

Posted on August 11, 2020 by Jim Stewart

I can sit on my motorcycle, rumbling down Coast Highway 101, following my front tire to Seaside. As long as there is road, sometimes it isn’t possible to discover a reason to stop. Clustered memories can explode into other years … Continue reading →

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“Mister…?”

Posted on September 19, 2019 by Jim Stewart

A young boy, dressed in clean but threadbare jeans and a shirt that might have once been red, took in my leathers and my road-weary black Harley. He then shot me a look that was older than he was. “Mister? … Continue reading →

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The Road Takes a Break in Nakusp, B.C.

Posted on August 17, 2018 by Jim Stewart

The breeze off Arrow lake sways the curtains in my room, robbing the ghosts of places to hide. The fan blurs the ceiling where peeled wallpaper casts vibrating shadows, like insect wings stuck to my leather. The confused air stirs … Continue reading →

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Walls Be Gone

Posted on July 30, 2015 by Jim Stewart

This rumble under my butt hums, a rising, falling cadence that seeks and destroys the walls accumulated throughout my head. Each haphazardly laid stone marries another to channel my thoughts in a straight and narrow path of least resistance. Begone, … Continue reading →

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