There is a bike race on the outskirts of Morgantown that carves a hilly course through West Virginia and Pennsylvania. It is HARD. In the 74-miles it takes to complete the Hilly Billy Roubaix, a rider will come to know their mettle. On June 25, I finished the seventh edition of the race. There were mud pits and pickles and mountains and gravel descents and swimming holes. I made a race report with high points and low points and irreverent quotes and statistics, and I met some rad people along the way. You can read it here.
April is National Poetry Writing Month and to celebrate its annual arrival poet Maureen Thorson presents the challenge of writing a poem a day for the entire month. There are no prizes, no awards, only the satisfaction of having written 30 poems in 30 days. I decided to take on the challenge and have collected my poems for the month here. I started this month in Puerto Rico and have used the trip as an inspiration for some of the poems I’ve written. I also tried to pair them with a photo, either from the trip or that I’ve collected over time to illustrate what it is I’m working on. I hope you enjoy this experiment and I’ll see you on the other side, 30 poems deep.
UPDATE: I made it about half way when I finally petered out. I wasn’t able to make it this year, but at least I’ve got more poems than I had before, so that’s a plus.