Consequences

When I was fourteen or fifteen, I stole a motorcycle.

The Last Mile

I did not want to say a prayer, not those words,
To your God who needed you more than I do…

Heat Wave

The lack of rain nice,
With roads that are dry,
But your glaring heat,
Makes a biker fry…

Why I Ride

Tinted windows block the sun,
Scenery killed for comfort won…

The Wave, prose written by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: The Wave, prose written by Brad Osborne, whose writings cover fiction and non-fiction, and cross most genres.

I Missed Us

It’s been a long, cold winter away,
And spring love brings an urgency…

Well Suited

You put it on like a tailor-made suit,
Something crafted with a purpose,
Powerful with good looks to boot,
It fits perfectly where every curve is.

Night Rider

The twilight comes too fast now
Midday sun not near as high
Season running out somehow
Cooler wind in cloudless sky

The Riding Analogy

As a rider, I am very aware of this evasive quarry that is sufficient explanation. As a writer, even more so struck by the lack of qualitative words that I can hobble together to provide any insight.

TOTD – Robbinsville, NC

US 129 runs right through Robbinsville, though the Dragon is some 30 minutes south of town. If it didn’t, Robbinsville may well not exist at all.

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life