The gang climb to Hai Van Pass, rated in the world’s top ten most beatiful coastal roads. Really only slightly less beautiful, when the engine is falling out the bottom of your bike… Continue reading Back When We Were in ‘Nam (Part 4): Hải Vân Pass
Arriving back at the intersection, Jared eased his bike over to the traffic lights where the entire gang had sat only 15 minutes earlier. Kadunk. Stalling, he had found, required far less energy than turning the bike off. Especially when … Continue reading Back When We Were in ‘Nam (Part 3): The Value of The Whole
“Could you be looooved, and be loved?” They were idling at an intersection in Da Nang and had been doing so for approximately 1 minute and 45 seconds. The eyes of a hundred local riders rested from time to time … Continue reading Back When We Were in ‘Nam (Part 2): Big City Life
Part 1 – The Gathering of the Wins There had been a conspiracy. After days of discussing how and how soon the motorbikes would be purchased, the deed was done. Arriving back from a morning of crepes and OJ from … Continue reading Back When We Were in ‘Nam: Motorcycling from Hoi An to Hanoi
I found it hard to know what to do about showing up to my vaccination last month. Locking down with my parents on a far more apocalypse-friendly bush retreat in the backroads of Makarau, our bubble has become an absolute … Continue reading A Decision About More than a Jab
I drift, Every now and then To your cloud You sense my high But not the Low Pressure System That compels it I aspire to your heights But am sick to my stomach A vertigo beyond the reach of words … Continue reading Heavenly Bodies
A flock of gulls, Bird-brained as they are Will fly north As one When the time is right They read the time But how do they know When it’s right? A flock of gulls, Bird-brained as they are Continue reading Flying North (Consensus)
Tentacles rising With a quick fell sweep Come a’slither down over Our quaint little beach The Cola-Fin! Ack! He’s at it again! He’ll hand out free samples Then AWAY to his den! Of corporate contraptions And odd ends and bits … Continue reading The Cola-Fin™
We strike the 2/2 in staccatos Crash cymbals alternating While the stab of fully-laden 80’s synth Hammers out the backbone of a beat So unfathomably heavy, It could reverse magnetic poles. Watch, As Chuck Taylors leave the ground Hair over … Continue reading Synth Rock Mysticism
A wellspring of muesli bubbles up in my gorge Piling food in me to change the facts But a thousand acres of uncomfortable emptiness can not will not be filled by it. Only, it seems, the imposition of work with … Continue reading The Crucible
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