Four Weeks Left

I miss thinking
turning thoughts over and over
until they tumble out
pile on the floor
picking them up in new combinations
that surprise

I miss writing
I miss the puzzle
the disassembly of the ordinary
and the re-piecing of the mundane
emerging as a new story
that's the same but in a different kind of way

- OB's writing papers just isn't the same kind of writing....

really?

gary paulsen thinks I'm funny

the
gary
gaulsen

who writes books
who knows a coworker of mine
     who's going to the iditarod
          who will be followed by kids
who doesn't like much of anything sometimes
who told her I'm funny
who talked to me on the phone
who said he likes what I've written

but I don't think I'll write about it
because that might be gloating


but it's still pretty cool

-ob

Writer's Block

and so I sit
crack my knuckles
fingers hover just over the keys
breath held
eyes closed
as a piano player during that fraction of time
before the notes sound
and


I
don't
hear
anything
yet



- ob

Still Here

riding
working
sane

barely
on all three counts

quiet
writing
missed



Friday at 4:00

- TOB but not 'til after the celebration

Outta Here

Iconoclasst's Paean to the Power of the Pedal... -- the physical, metaphysical, and social reasons we ride.

Kent's Memoirs of an Invisible Man -- yes, even a firetruck....

Mags' Because it's There -- if you have to ask, ya just don't get it.


- TOB's even heading somewhere else

So

I sit
staring
willing
thoughts
to coalesce
coagulate
commingle
but they
all sit
in their
own corners
unwilling
to come
out
to the middle
of the floor
and dance

- OB
..so I'M going to bed....