Friday, December 14, 2007

Thursday, December 6, 2007

airport haiku

hulk with blackberry
heeled forward cannot breathe
can you send message

child bored of this
your mother's patience wears thin
but her smile intact

peaceful child now
woman who offers to play
beautiful you are

jumbled thought wrong word
not haiku to force haiku
silence is better

Saturday, November 24, 2007

four unrelated haiku in chronological order

i cannot see it
but somewhere out there the moon
gently pulls on me

she can move like air
rising, swirling now flowing
i cannot grasp air

without prejudice
experience emerges
i was that husband

on regina streets
i am of no consequence
how liberating

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

road trip

long day, dark night, drive
nausea overwhelms me
the wind shakes my car

Friday, November 16, 2007


these haiku's are a hard habit to break.

a closed heart blind
with an open heart that sees
better we all are

Saturday, November 10, 2007

manitoba ss championships

later, after the award's kegger i will post the results. right now i can say that it was, to say the least, a unique race which required skill, speed, and a good measure of luck.

in veins it appears
much gold for those who find it
otherwise little

shout out

for one of the coolest kids on the planet.
for friends who've been here a while.
scott and deanna.
and a buddy who's back.

or is it me who has returned.

lycra for your ass
dinosuar in suv
cycling culture now!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007


spinning of the crank
without brakes i cannot stop
bullshit, stop spinning

tuesday in saddle
now wednesday frozen feet warm
never laughed so hard

the doctor's question
awake from slumber like that
shiver through to core

Sunday, November 4, 2007


would you run from me
if i wrote a verse of love
would i run from you

Saturday, October 20, 2007

beautiful radiant gifts we are

one of my most cherished ideas is that we should love all and possess none. with that in mind i offer the following:

know that all things pass
cannot bear building a love
nor can i resist

tense string create note
a music from chord to chorus
what lyric we write

already written
not by fate or destiny
already changed

Friday, October 12, 2007

more haiku

grey sky not grey mood
amble content finding peace
leaves always float down

Saturday, October 6, 2007


superstore line-up
i am not here none are here
somewhere else we are

yet here we all stand
thankful for the food we afford
thanksgiving line-up

wait fidget well fed
from here to homes and loved ones
beautiful we are

Thursday, October 4, 2007


the leaves have now fallen
through their litter we walk
anchored in the present we talk of a past
will we talk of a future

Thursday, September 27, 2007

a word

a word for the sound a skateboard wheel makes as it skims the earth evades me.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

a walk with a friend this autumn

scarf contrast with red
radiant yet translucent
half step behind you

we stroll tumbling words
amidst the flow eddies found
autumn sun warm tea

a route familiar
now layered with new memory
i could walk like this

Monday, September 17, 2007


Tonight I walk streets I've walked before, amidst buildings where family has lived. Walking past the salon where the hair of bridesmaids and the bride were prepared before my wedding . Two blocks away a funeral home which I visited twice one brutally cold January. Like any other place we move through this is a place of celebration and sorrow.

Monday, September 10, 2007

autumn walk

Couples and friends and people with dogs populate these dark streets. In the temporary absence of those bonds i am not alone. The dharma does not play on this night. Instead I scroll finding and filling my head with songs of emotional weight. The words and chords chill me. Or is it the air.
With the music loud I cannot hear the wind. I can feel the wind and I can see the wind. The limbs of elms, full of summer's leaf, sway in the night's strong breeze. Light from street lamps tumbles through and creates shadow play on wet streets.
An indigo sky is revealed when the clouds have been blown away by this night's wind. That high and cold sky, having exposed me to the stars, makes my shelter, my home, all the more comforting.

Friday, September 7, 2007

breathe in

delivering cheer on my bike
fixed dodge and weave through fallen leaves
joy ascends from pedals to smile

work tethers me to its unique satisfaction
drawing breath i am free to wander
helmet in hand the streets open themselves

weekend near, autumn's beauty envelops
more expansive a weekend from school and work
we are all waiting for the bell to ring

Saturday, September 1, 2007

number puzzle

piper completed this and i am both pleased and proud. i have never been able to do these things. i believe i lack the patience. i hope it is patience i lack and not some other, fundamental, cognitive skill.

the days are shortening and fall is almost upon us. labour day weekend is always a shift for me. this is when my year begins.

end another year
with joy borne of living well
shall we share this gift

Friday, August 31, 2007

variations of a theme

restless toss and turn
can you know one is the one
awake why not sleep

restless toss and turn
do you know one is the one
awake why not sleep

restless toss and turn
you know the one is the one
awake why not sleep

Thursday, August 30, 2007


[its been so long since i've been here, the blog, i almost feel like i need to dust and sweep.]

i found this marker significant for it marks the limit of the columbia icefield the first time i visited it when my family moved to alberta in 1981.

aside from that personal note what is more significant is how far the icefeild has moved back since then. this marker is at least a kilometer from the present edge. this was a very dramatic display of climate change for the kids and i when we visited this summer.

please reduce your carbon footprint, we try, even though we drove all over the prairies and mountains and use electricity to produce and disseminate information.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007


today the kids and i enter the mountains.

i will do this through longview alberta. the last time i was here was 11 years ago. piper was in mawney's womb and we arrived in longview to inter the ashes of mawney's mother, jenniece.

as an adolescent, jenniece had spent time in longview, to take care of the children of a local ranching family. mawney's namesake was one of those children.

this trip began the day before what would have been jenniece's 65th birthday. today she will be on our minds, i will regale the children with stories, and we will honour her by visiting the banks of the highwood river where it runs through longview.

running through our life
time cascades through it quickly
eddies are welcome

Sunday, August 12, 2007


subject with sunset and signpost

i am in calgary, and after after four days, still in the beginning of a thus far delightful road trip with my kids. yesterday we saw the mountains on the horizon as we approached calgary from the badlands of drumheller. we are now within the warm embrace of my sister's home and catching up with her, my niece and my nephew.

much of the daily chatter of my life is now expressed through facebook which has led me to consider the role of this blog.

the blog seems to occupy, or can be employed as, a quieter space of reflection; poetry, writing, photography and advocacy; humanism, cycling, living lightly.....

Thursday, August 9, 2007


no expectations
never diminished by fear
we ask for nothing

through spaces moving
routes taken rockier before
shod in self comfort

beyond possession
freedom to explore friendship
expansive we are

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Wednesday, August 1, 2007


another flower has emerged in my 'garden.' i threw some seed down a couple years ago. it is not indifference to the land around my home that keeps me from the yard. interest in other things keeps me away. yet when i think of the potential.....

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

running in the heat

this will be a little self indulgent but friends please bear with me.

last year under similar conditions i boldly embarked on what i fear may have been a meek task, the year of single.

the year was intended to give me and the universe a break from an emerging and unsatisfactory pattern of short term relationships which all ended with me ending things. i needed to stand outside relationships to better see who i was, where i began and where i ended. and of course to give the rest of humanity a break.

but my year of single was from the beginning woven of threads from the lives of others. it began with confused feelings regarding my ex which were during the course of the year natural, predictable, thankfully resolved, and illuminating. the second thread was 'the crush.' [the crush has been the subject of posts here and here.] the crush remains but has always been robbed of innocence and joy because i have been suspicious of its role.

my crush manifested itself in preoccupations that amounted to immersion at times in thinking of another that was/is hard to differentiate from being involved. where is the light of single in the shadow of a crush.

all year i wondered if i was being fair to myself and to my friend. unfair to myself because i was not getting any closer to me [yes me preoccupied is me] moreover was i preoccupied with her because of the impossibility of us. safe in the knowledge that i would not be hers and she would not be mine.

my status to her as sweet and goofy hardly bespeaks a woman who has been swept off her feet: especially this woman.

no harm has been done as our communications are gentle warm breezes gently sweeping a field of emergent bounty. we are and will always be friends. i am at this time wise enough to know how thoroughly friendship withers after the fire of romance.

i do not foresee another year of single nor do i seriously believe that i will forsake the intoxication of romantic love for the sobriety of platonic love. how can i, awash as i am in this world of beauty and pleasures. i would have to be cloistered in a remote hermitage and then while removed from the immediate presence of beauty i would instead suffer amidst its memory and project myself into it's fantasy.

and then of course there are the mini-crushes, infatuations .....

yeah i've got work to do.

driving east

crimson sun behind
wheat gold in dimming dusk light
crimson moon ahead

Sunday, July 29, 2007


i've got so much to say. i've almost mustered the courage to start.

Friday, July 27, 2007

grand beach

as part of the on-going series of where we've been.

grand beach: the water was warm and the waves were high and we had the campground to ourselves.

beasejour: hamming it up with dad's glasses

a more serious hamming.


we're having a gas this summer

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


the trip [below] was a great time the kids are becoming hotel and camp ground connesieurs. the trip allowed me to deviate from my generally drive, drive, drive approach. the kids, and perhaps i afterall, require more humane chunks of road with relatively frequent stops.

btw the sun is finished parching winnipeg and will soon melt the city into a pile of goo.

one more btw. this blog has been around for a year and a bit. happy belated.

oh, and one more. i am dissapointed in vino. we'll i'm not placing all blame on him. and my disappointment stems from the belief that he is just the one that got caught and that drugs are still present in the peloton.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

what it was: the north

with sleep words will come. for now some images.

pisew falls

paint lake

paint lake: wet

pisew: the return

mt baldy

Friday, July 20, 2007

road trippin

the open prairie and farmlands of manitoba already feel far away after yesterday's drive up from swan river.

the federal and provincial governments sought to establish agriculture above the fertile plain of swan river and met with moderate success in the pasquia, or carrot river area, just south west of the pas. these lands are, however, far from markets. close to the pas lumber is harvested more than anything else. the logging roads are numerous and it seems that every truck rumbling down the highway bears timber.

in flin flon the land is much more rocky and rugged. the soil is thin and the trees would be vastly more costly to remove than they are in the gentler and more richly soiled lands immediately south of here.

flin flon mines, for the rock is rich in mineral. thompson, today's destination, is also rich in minerals and is a mining community. however between flin flon and thompson the highway is a ribbon that cuts, for just under four hours at 120km, through a vast swampy forest with occasional visual relief brought by eskers and lakes.

we will drive through these woods until we are back in the swan river area tomorrow afternoon.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

road trippin

i love flin flon. we're about to head out into town for food and sights. i'll see if i can grab some images. [images were grabbed]

today we saw many logging trucks. they're pulling acres of lumber out of the hills between swan river and flin flon.

the north saskatchewan river in the pas close to where it empties into lake winnipeg. later this summer we will visit this river's headwaters when we are in jasper.

lake winnipegosis.

josiah flintabbatey flonatin

flin flon is perched atop mineral rich rock.

at times, due to dramatic elevation changes, sidewalks become staircases.

not your average sidewalk.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

road trippin

on the road to swan river

in case you're wondering what swan river looks like...

the caption is unfair to swan river which is in fact a nice town in the beautiful swan valley which is nestled between the duck and porcupine mountains.

tomorrow, flin flon, a very scenic town i love to visit.

this trip is one of four and the longest of a life/work project. my annual summer visits to manitoba's rural libraries are pretty low key and casual. this summer the kids are exploring the province with me. while i chat with librarians the kids are busy in the stacks. the librarians have invariably enjoyed the kids. we usually camp, which we will do as we spend the weekend returning from the north. i decided to treat them to a hotel and the rare gift of tv while with me.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

reach the beach......

...was along with a great day on the bike one of the finest social events evah.

the usual suspects.

more suspects.

and more suspects.

Friday, July 13, 2007

on the road again

not much riding this week. the kids and i were in sw manitoba.

the st. leon wind farm. i think that these massive windmills are spectacular.

authentic western ambience in reston.

in these parts there's much sky and many cattle.

spirit sands, spruce woods.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

ride when you can

yesterday i rode out in the evening. looped around downtown on errands; second run at some which had begun at lunch, others contained within that spin.

i had thought that the ride, which eventually cast me from downtown and drew me out along roblin to the perimeter and back through the city on portage, could be ironically edified as the tour de blah. it was conceived as the first spoke of an unbearably dreary run through this city's major traffic corridors. the night was to have finished with a run up henderson with a crossing to main and return to our elm forested heart. that plan was happily abandoned through serendipity.

today i created a laundry challenge. i threw a load in my large courier bag. rode to my laundromat and threw the load in the wash. this gave me 25 minutes to get to office depot to get film for my fax machine. 28 minutes later i returned unsuccessful, having discovered them to be out of stock. i threw the clothes in the dryer and put enough quarters in to give me 35 minutes to get to winners and find a pair of pants. in 29 minutes i returned unsuccessful. warm laundry in bag i zipped home.

later that day after taking care of work tasks i was once again in traffic this time downtown among the touristas and those, who while perhaps not tourists, have been since the beginning of the summer holidays clogging downtown with their apparent bewilderment. i successfully secured what my fax needed and temporarily secured pants. the pants proved to be ill fitting so they were returned at rush hour and i zoomed out to polo park where i was finally successful in finding pants.

this evening, following an extended period working i watched an excellent movie, le petit lieutenant. when i returned it i took advantage of the late night's beautiful conditions to ride for an hour and, for want of a task, completing the henderson spoke of this city's radial arteries.

fortyeight sixteen
spin gear only to churn thoughts
thoughtful cyclist i

Sunday, July 8, 2007


the kids and i were in riding mountain for the weekend. i can't think of the number of amazing trips i've had there. this one was perhaps the best.




Thursday, July 5, 2007

a wednesday tuesday ride

luc and johnny: fgbc's next generation

the doctor showing perfect form will soon be in canmore for 24hrs along with jon benson, cam maclaren and hal loewen.

round and round we go: paddy climbing a parkade.

tom preparing to ride backwards yet again.

well last night saw the return of the tuesday night ride. independant of strict week day chronology the wednesday holding of this ride was to honour our two wheeled brothers and sisters to the south.

there was gripping parkade action, vj's, and to the shock and joy of the f&h staff we stopped in at the club house for pints.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

blissful fatigue

two speed. warm-up speed for heading out and into town and cruising speed for those long empty roads outside the city.

during this evening's four and half hour ride there was an hour or so at the end just before getting back inside city limits, when i forced myself to keep the big gear turning. the pain / fatigue was a grind, you know the zone when a good song on the shuffle allows pleasant disassociation and a less than good song makes for a long - long four minute pull, but was beautiful.

conditions were perfect, big skies, warm post blistering day temperatures, a perfect route......

i rode my road bike.

zoom - zoom.


Friday, June 29, 2007

bicycle culture baby

image of diy bike lanes from martinos

were gonna take over, not because we want it, just because there's no other way.

got it.

so get off your ass cuz when the oil runs out that suv's gonna be a bitch to push.

now, back to peaceful buddhist thought.

thanks apple

shipping and handling paid and a new ipod has arrived. now if i could only figure out what is wrong with my i-shuffle.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

fresh ink

i like it

some fresh work by chris stans' on the inside of my right arm.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

L ....

bye-bye buddy. in the forefinger and thumb pressed to my forehead for loser.

within a brief moment of inattentive, incautious, living my ipod fell from a table and hit the floor. it has not worked since its fall.

you may recall an earlier episode at that time apple stunned me with unimaginably wonderful service and replaced a dropped ipod f.o.c..

i am holding my breath for i have just, online, filled out my newest service claim and i am eagerly awaiting what news will fall from the customer service tree which has hitherto shaded me from my folly.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007


the computer at la riviere

my legs have been flat since red ass. i've actually thought of riding a shorter gear on the fixie because my legs have been so tired. i've actually found myself reaching for the brake because of lethargy.


and my fingers are still numb from compressed nerves. year will be fun.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

breaking news from my small world

where it begins.....well not exactly

new ink will happen. i've decided on a track bike on the inside of my right arm. cam von cook of osborne village ink will do the work, he is an amazing artist and i almost fell bad taking up his time with such a simple project.

the image was shamelessly lifted from
old skool track

special thanks to squirrel's cycling tattoo gallery for providing a wealth of ideas.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

benefits of red ass

the 'eyes' have it; regained focus unlike the shelled 10,000 yard stare of the portage self-portrait below.

- a little more grey, grizzled and tanned.

- unlike lindsay gauld, who i ran into while doodling around town on the steamroller, i did not loose weight but may have gained a pound or two. an ultra-running / ocassional mtn biking friend, murray kernaghan, refers to it as rebound weight. i think of it as the body going "wtf" and packing each and every cell with as much water as possible. [no worries!]

- the playlist i created for my ishuffle, not actually used during the race, is essentially my top 101 songs and has provided me with much post-race pleasure.

Monday, June 11, 2007

a shout out

to a solo blog by an experienced member of both the fgbc and mucr blogocollectives. velo bread.


...this beautiful, seemingly fragile but apparently hardy, flower bloomed in my 'garden.' if you knew how much time is spent gardening in lieu of, lets say soccer or riding, you would be impressed.