The Momentum There used to be a time in my life when the moment mattered. Now, nothing is moving. Everything is a steady motionlessness. More Continue reading poem for thursday…hey, i was busy.→

The deal I thought I’ll show them I as failed every class my last semester save the two I actually needed to graduate. In them Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – The deal→

here are a couple haikus 1. the whistle tips go whoo-whooooo, thats it and thats all. you need whistle tips. 2. the famous big jon, Continue reading poem for thursday→

God Bless Her My wife was speaking to her mother on the telephone asking about ideas for my Christmas present. And my mother-in-law down in Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – God Bless Her→

Seventeen years later It was J.C.’s dark blue Gary Fisher AL-1 that I rode first around the driveway of my parents house back in Pennsylvania. Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Seventeen years later→

Dealers of Death They all circled one big round table. The anticipation was alive in the spittle on their lips. No one was talking or Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Dealers of Death→

we were walking through his garlic fields outside truth or consequences. Bill told me the kids weren’t coming over. The kids never come over anymore.

6 in the morning I read somewhere once about a writer who as he got older no longer stayed up late at night chasing his Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – 6 in the morning→

Overheard at the Bike Shop Someday I will sell a collection of your letters to the editor, on ebay, for one hundred and fifty dollars. Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Overheard at the Bike Shop→

From: Erik Subject: Old Bike Poems I loved seeing “The Scorcher” a few days ago, it is one of my favorites. It was written probably Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Old Bike Poems→

Randy in Girl Pants “You wearing girl pants?” Randy replied, “Thin is fast, and you are not thin.”  

From: Junebug Subject: Hi Big Jonny, here’s a poem I wrote about one of my customers. I’ve recited it many times but haven’t written it Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – John Forest Gump→