Monthly Archives: April 2020
Journal Entry # 178 – Together, We Will Overcome
Posted on April 28, 2020 2 Comments
Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it. – Helen Keller
Bike Writer # 38 – Guess Who’s Getting a New Bike?
Posted on April 27, 2020 4 Comments
“Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of riding a bike” – John F Kennedy Hey everybody, I teased this a few entries ago and I just made good on it. Well, I did this past Saturday night as I could not wait anymore. I had to do it. Since the lockdown, it’s been a bit of a task […]
Dukes of Habit
Posted on April 17, 2020 Leave a Comment
Irish nightwith a few black beers for luckstood elbow to elbow in the midst of strange drunkardsthree sheets to the windplacing little wagers before the clock struckand the tender turns us awaylike the last three nights we’ve been
Quarantine (Haiku)
Posted on April 14, 2020 8 Comments
Picking rain touchesseen there beyond the windowblending with our tears
Journal Entry # 177 – If You Think About It
Posted on April 14, 2020 2 Comments
We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far. – Swami Vivekananda
Unbroken
Posted on April 5, 2020 Leave a Comment
Dead of winteras the winds howlI’m still out there searching for youfootprints quickly coverforgetting how far I’ve comemy hands, no longer feelmy breath, stolenmy eyes, blinded by this stormmy heart, almost emptymy will…unbroken
Journal Entry # 176 – Sometimes A Spot is More Than Just a Spot
Posted on April 5, 2020 Leave a Comment
Insight emerges out of silence. – B. D. Schiers
The Quiet Path
Posted on April 4, 2020 2 Comments
I dream some daysof getting lost in the pathalong the quiet way homeway past the halfway evergreenunder those forest peekaboosjust to listen to the river as it runs
Journal Entry # 175 – Alone But Inspired By So Much
Posted on April 4, 2020 2 Comments
Without great solitude, no serious work is possible. – Pablo Picasso
Pool Boys
Posted on April 3, 2020 Leave a Comment
A cold beer ran down my lips, to my chinin a moment I knew would last a lifetimethere was a pool table…balls rackedready for a breaksome girl singing on the radiowe both sang a few of the wordsthose we could rememberall night we competedbest in banter, best in billards, best in brew,butnever best in friendsthat […]
Ash Douglas