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From Shipwrecked Survivors by Ann Curran With lunch on my lap at the Lawrence Center I see summer’s face on the Allegheny. Neon-yellow kayaks spin paddles and flip water to the skies. Three slick, white runabouts raise waves, make an ocean of this green river. Bikers vanish behind trees on the far shore. Once, we rode bikes on the graffitied Jail Trail, across the Hot Metal Bridge to the South Side, swinging by the Steelers practice place, near orthopedist Freddie Fu’s limping landmark where my left ACL was pronounced dead. Up the Allegheny with our boat, Der Taob, we’re stuck on a sandbar—shipwrecked survivors. Water shallow enough for you to get out and push our craft back into a river float. Then down at The Point in dark after a booming fireworks display, dozens of boats argue with the rivers’ currents, bounce about in multiple wakes. Then POW! Getting hit by a big, boozy yacht that shot off into the night, not knowing if we’d tip. With instinct, I reach beyond you for the life jacket somewhere on the wet deck. Ann Curran is author of three poetry books: Placement Test (Editor’s Choice, Main Street Rag); Me First (Lummox Press); and Knitting the Andy Warhol Bridge (Lummox Press).
2016-10-21 00:39:34
Old haiku thread I for one would love Us returning to writing Biking poetry.
2016-10-22 19:13:00
mostly nitrogen holding up my bicycle oxygen moves it
2016-10-27 13:30:38
Shakespeare Cycled By: STANI MARTINKOVA The playwright loved pedalling. If you have any doubts, just refer to his works. You’ll find them sprinkled with cycling references. Declaration of love for his bike: I would not wish any companion in the world but you – The Tempest, Act 3, Scene 1 No leave take I; for I will ride, as far as land will let me, by your side. – Richard II Act I, Scene 3 Equipment worries: A merry heart goes all the day, your sad tires in a mile-a. – Winter’s Tale Act IV Scene 3 On sharing the road with car drivers: This cuff was but to knock at your car and beseech list’ning. – Taming of the Shrew Act IV, Scene 1 Advice for jumping red lights when the police are around: Stir not until the signal. - Julius Caesar Act V, Scene 1 Advice for Jumping Red Lights when they’re not: Lo, where it comes again! I’ll cross it, though it blast me. – Hamlet Act I, Scene 1 On the need for security: You shall not now be stol’n, you have locks upon you – Cymbeline Act V, Scene 4 Infertility in men or leg pedal injury: For ’tis the sport to have the enginer hoist with his own petard – Hamlet Act III, Scene 4 Cyclists arriving at the pub: …do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals? – Henry VIII Act V, Scene 4 On overambitious touring itineraries: …thou and I have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time – Henry IV Part 1, Act III Scene 3 On bad roads: The course of true love never did run smooth” – A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 2 Be warned by me, then: they that ride so and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs – Henry V, Act III, Scene 7 Seeking companions: Ride you this afternoon? – Macbeth, Act III Scene 1 At the bike shop: Will this gear ne’er be mended? – Troilus and Cressida Act I, Scene 1 ’ll provide you a chain; and I’ll do what I can to get you a pair of horns. – Merry Wives of Windsor Act V, Scene 1 Lights, lights, lights! – Hamlet Act III, Scene 2 BT In 1996 “The Velomads”, Richard Fergé and Stani Martinkova pedalled off from Alaska to take on the globe and campaign for the envi¬ronment.
2016-12-23 01:41:37