The story begins on a disappointing note. I got back my bicycle, and it functions now, but I never got the diagnostic I hoped for. It did take an extra five days to get it back at all–without explanation–and so I explain it by imagining all of the repair folks saying, “No, you touch it” … More The Bicycle Repair Shop Can Only Fix the Bike (The Bicycle Elegies, Part II)
Tara Mae Mulroy, a former editor for The Pinch, blogged the creation of a poem one recent morning, and also invoked the issue of scheduling writing, the problem of finding a suitable block of enough quiet to compose. There’s little I love more than the process conversation, and the idea of process, specifically the cultivation of … More Reset
Not quite a placeholder, not quite a proper post. Two things: A) My bike’s “tune-up” is still not complete. They’ve had it since Thursday. I’ve been inventing versions of what might be taking so long. These are some of my favorites: It died in the bike shop’s care. Its jankiness was terminal, and it passed … More Goodbye, plot issue. Goodbye, sense.