I get the weirdest email. All the “wanna bigger penis?” ones plus “pain meds!” and the like. Some offer no text other than the nonsense that hopes to clear the spam filter. Some make it through. Some don’t.
Some are simply shared as I know not else to [...]

Fatherhood seized.
Big things. Mistakes. Pink had to do.
It seems to be crashing.

Another weekend, burned to the ground.
Happy Monday.

…is still a poem.
Found this one last week and thought I’d share. You know, because I can.
Handymen
By Cornelius Eady
The furnace wheezes like a drenched lung.
You can’t fix it.
The toilet babbles like a speed freak.
You can’t fix it.
The fuse box is a nest of rattlers.
You can’t fix it.
The screens yawn the bees through.
Your fingers are [...]

pavement hard and lonely
a pedal moves
along it goes, miles away.
words complements of Gordy.
On that note, I wish everyone an excellent ride this weekend be it on bikes, booty, or otherwise.

some things are hidden
hiding in the cover of nothing
waiting to be rediscovered

- words of Gordy.

Today, I wear red.
The Big Game.
The One.
The Decider.
I don’t much care
which way it goes.
I only hope for a good one.
My gut says
it’ll be over by halftime
the Cardinals down by double digits
and in hopelessly over their heads.
But that’s just the Philly in me
expecting
nothing but the worst
and being pleasantly surprised
by anything approaching mediocrity.
I may end up crying
in [...]

Lines:
Sometimes I lose it.
I blow the line.
It was going to be perfect,
and would have provided,
transition
from one, to another.
But I missed a detail, and then exploded.
Awkward dancing.
through failure and resolution. Regroup.
Get back to where I want to be.
Try again.

Was O-Dark 30
11,000 feet above
the sun had no idea

I rode a bike.
Got lost by the mall roundabout.
How the hell do I get past this?
Went home.
A kid yelled out his car window
“Bunny hop!”
I wanted to smash his face.
But I wouldn’t have
hit him
even if I could have.
It makes me feel bad to hit people.
Except the Gnome.
It feels good to hit him.
But only sometimes.
There are [...]

Three words…
Sometimes in life
I find myself wondering
why in the world
are you fucking kidding me
just how in the hell
did I get myself
into this.
Often
these thoughts
would enter my mind
while pushing my bike up
the power line climb in Leadville,
or going out
for another lap at 4:15am
Or, now, tonight,
writing that fifth brief at 12:45am
when the alarm is set for [...]