Pool Boys

A cold beer ran down my lips, to my chin
in a moment I knew would last a lifetime
there was a pool table…balls racked
ready for a break
some girl singing on the radio
we both sang a few of the words
those we could remember
all night we competed
best in banter,
best in billards,
best in brew,
never best in friends
that belonged to you

A Shade of Ash # 5 – Skate of Emergency

Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness. – Desmond Tutu

Hey friends,

We need positivity and happiness right now. A whole bunch of it. This COVID-19 thing has all of us in a state of emergency. I did one better and declared a personal skate of emergency. One because all the gyms are closed which is driving me nuts and two because I’m usually pretty good with improvising. So, with keeping my social-distance from others, I decided to strap on the rollerblades and head outside for some fresh air. I needed to separate myself from all of it to be honest. I needed a chance to return to the sanctuary of positive thinking. Physical fitness is one way I do that, to clear the mind and reset. It’s a strange time in our lives indeed, but I have full faith that we will get through this. We just need to keep doing our part to stay safe, stay clean, stay protected, and more importantly…stay sane.

Oh, I know there are a lot of you that were probably expecting a 2020 Bike Writer entry, but I think this will do for now. I sold my bike late last year, and whenever the world gets back to normal, I’m definitely first in line for a new one. So, please stay tuned for the return of the Bike Writer real soon.

Stay positive folks, we got this!!!


Days Gone

Take me to a Spring
where every day was as young as I
and the sun would come winking through the curtains

On a bridge from home to home
I’d find myself peeling flakes from a old storm door
sometimes tip-toeing fences or watching seabirds

Horns of the harbour created a mood like no other
as the smells of drenched grass swarm my senses
it forced me to take a breath deep, always

Then, those men. Those skippers,
two, sit comfortably on a rock
I’d leaped them clean, for sport

Where was I off?
Pass broken pickets, by streams of melt tucked against the curb
nothing mattered but the warmth of the wind
and where its blow would guide me

Ah, that was pure life
new and straight from the earth into my soul
when there was more than enough
in days gone

With age I’m left longing for sounds of a particular dory
a puttering missing from within my heart
and my dark red blood have been drained of ocean salt

Bring me a Spring like ones lost in time
where hope was as thick as the clouds
and the future would wait for me to finish playing