Category Archives: Harley Davdson
“Mister…?”
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
Posted in Action-adventure, Aging, Conversation, Harley Davdson, Life, men, Motorcycles, Narble Furt, Riding, Slice of Life, story excerpt, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged harley, motorcycle, Riding, rite-of-passage
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The Road Takes a Break in Nakusp, B.C.
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
Posted in Action-adventure, Art, Bedtime, Consciousness, Dream, Gratitude, Harley Davdson, Life, memory, Motorcycles, Poem, Travel, Uncategorized, Vacation
Tagged Canada, ghosts, life, poetry, travel
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Walls Be Gone
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
Posted in California, Harley Davdson, Oregon, Riding, Travel
Tagged harley, motorcycle, rediscovery, travel
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