William John Watkinsaging

Why I Ride a Dirt Bike Still at Seventy

I used to be a genius by the count of Terman and Binet and Wechsler too, and everyone I met without a doubt agreed those standard measurements were true. My thoughts were fractal curves and Mandelbrots so intricate in shape and brilliant hue, vast crystal webs of ever branching thought, before I hit my head aContinue reading “Why I Ride a Dirt Bike Still at Seventy”

Seventy

It’s Tuesday and I’m doing Tuesday things; tomorrow, I’ll do Wednesday things in turn. My days are free from friction and from swings in my momentum, free of all concern. A wheel still spinning from a former push, uncoupled from all other wheels and cogs I suffer neither deadline nor the rush of faster spinningContinue reading “Seventy”