Brent Cantwell



cycling to Ashburton

because of Steppenwolf, I ride my ten-speed from Christchurch to Ashburton but really— ironically—I pedal my pedals towards outskirt-silence. if I’m honest with the wolf-o-the-steps it is for the outskirt-silence howling, scoff of cogs and wheels, aspiring— seeking the wanting, …

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one for the dads

you think there are no strings attached you tear up the coast on a whim on a belly full o’ thunder rumbling iamb iamb iamb o’ the world four strokes to a line on the road like me! a belly …

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