More "new" work out

 

Riding Bikes at Night in October was accepted nearly a year ago and I had to wait until now for it to come out—But it is worth the wait.

Again, the piece was something not quite new and not quite poetry: A prose poem? Maybe.

Riding Bikes is out in Ink in Thirds.

It is flash memoir of a nighttime ride in Chicago with a couple from France who was staying with me via Couchsurfing. We left the bonfire we’d made in the sideyard and got on our bikes to ride the Lakefront Trail. The moon, a harvest moon?, was huge in the sky. It was a Stonehenge hanging there between two highrises as we pedaled into downtown. It was one of those sublime moments where you are happy to be alive and experiencing life.

An excerpt from:

we ride the lakefront path in semi-darkness past

the golf course

the tennis courts

the batting cages

the dog park

the quiet zoo

streets deserted, riding into

the heart of the city as if it were

a full moon

photo by Barry Butler