The minister stared his sermon by quoting Duke Ellington's Autobiography, in which Ellington compares the prophets to Jazz musicians. Both parties lost in transcendence while communicating with the divine. I instantly thought of Coltrane and the hours I spent listening to A Love Supreme over and over again. First time through as an ensemble  then to how the … Continue reading Sanctuary


The race was coming apart at the front. There were about seven or eight of riders there, spread out along the course, going slow and just looking at each other. Each waiting for the other one to take over at the front. I had the sense that something was about to happen. Slate and I … Continue reading Break


I didn’t mean to attack. No wait that’s wrong. I did mean to attack. It would be more appropriate to say that I hadn’t planned on attacking.  But on the first hill of the last lap I found myself moving toward the front as the guys at the front let off the pace. The contents … Continue reading Hard