A Winter’s Psalm

Frigid winter is my torment; I shall not want.     I lie wrapped in a cocoon of a comforter’s warmth, a sleeping cat lays still beside me.     Frigid gnaws at my shivering soul. He lures me outside in evil deceit     for a frozen winter’s sake. I trudge through drifts of plow’s leavings,     and fear the ice underneath, for there is no one with me     to right a body when it falls.     Frigid cannot comfort me where I lie. Winter prepares arrivalRead more

#SoCS: Endings and Beginnings

You may have noticed that I haven’t been hanging around the blogosphere much in the last three weeks. Or perhaps you didn’t, but no matter. I’m still here. My roomie, Natasha, has moved to a place of her own, which involved far more important business than writing about cat cries and bike rides. For perhaps ten days to two weeks, it was a mad rush for Natasha to pack up her many things and bring our separation to completion. IRead more

Beginnings on Two Wheels

Back on May 22nd, I threw out a challenge to a few of my blogging buddies to write or photograph or wax poetic, during the month of June, over two-wheeled transportation: Bicycles and Motorcycles. If you’ve not been to Mary J Melange prior to today, I must tell you that I have a love of both. While the 15 years of motorcycling are but a memory in photos and brain matter and the weight of a leather jacket, the pastRead more