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Rainy Nights Devils Dance 

rainy nights devils dance  their guise of secrets under piss-yellow street lights in the alleys cast shade when monsters come out to play  who can barely see a thing as Hyde shows  every line blurred people touching music lulling sensual acts dirty corners whisper in commentary jealous they didn’t swallow first illicits hold all those to deeds of passion and lustno one cares about anything and only want more the […]

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Days Gone

Take me to a Springwhere every day was as young as Iand the sun would come winking through the curtains

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Bike Writer # 16 – Saturday, You Know I Love Ya!!

How cool would it be to have a day between Saturday and Sunday?

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Bike Writer # 14 – Time, Don’t Waste it!

Time isn’t the main thing, it’s the only thing. – Miles Davis 

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The Red Road

I walked a path less travelled, on a road covered in red. Evergreens bowed before me, to welcome back an old soul. Draped, lonely…in silence. A still that became my only friend. There, my worries were sheltered, protected by a forgotten trail. That journey became ritual, to protect me from blended reality. I ran as […]

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A Grand Memory

I thought of you this morning while walking to work, there was something about the air, I smiled. It made me recall some random end-of-summer day, much like today. You were steaming up the harbor, towards home, from a day of cod fishing. I first spotted you on the horizon while you were rounding the […]

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Nick of Time

I’ve made it to tibbs eve, the shopping is done, it’s snowing outside and I just poured a drink-Merry Christmas everybody.  People were hustling and bustling at the malls,traffic created some white knuckled moments, and there’s a turkey keeping my fridge door from shutting all the way, all sure signs that Santa is soon coming to […]

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I Miss the Shot

I went for walk a couple days ago and spent a little time in the basketball court, the air was brisk, the sun beaming down, just the perfect conditions for a pickup game.  Both the basketball court and tennis court  were free at the time, a sight like that in my youth would be like […]

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Broken Wall of Color

(Old poem I wrote while staring across from my office window in 2006 at of a graffiti-filled wall) By: Ash Douglas Broken wall of color, how the years have left you behind. I see your every crack, I see your every line. Someone has painted you a picture, Oh how very humble. Now you sit […]

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Coffee, Tea…maybe a Latte it be?

Most people that I know don’t seem to be able to function without the help of caffeine.  I barely manage to get a good morning out of  most until they have received their first hit.  Coffee is definitely a “start the day” type of drink, it certainly does it’s job waking us up,  just the […]

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