Why I Ride

Why I Ride

By Joe Kurmaskie – The genesis of my entire life was experiencing the complete control, abandon and ecstasy of that first afternoon on a bicycle.  Even the streetlight’s flicker couldn’t bring me in. It opened me wide for everything after; love and reaching for things real and beautiful, trying even after the passage of hope, the […]

Legends of Siesta Key

I lean the bicycle against a massive column. The main building is southern gothic plantation architecture. My backpack is heavy with mass-market tenth and eleventh editions, and used at that so Mr. McDonald didn’t see a dime from my recent purchases. I wait at the door. The surveillance cameras must be well hidden. I wait some more.