Next one: http://www.coolcleveland.com/blog/2011/06/youd-look-better-on-a-bike-meet-cles-many-bike-advocates/

My original bio for the piece: "In nerd taxonomy, Isaac Mell belongs to the phylum fandom and the class science fiction. His bike’s nickname is 'Mr. Sulu.' Commander Mell can be reached at mell.isaac@gmail.com."

Here it is: http://www.coolcleveland.com/blog/2011/06/repairing-the-rift-returning-to-cleveland/

The beginnings of my writing career!

Circulation

Writers, blood donors

Left weaker but stronger

By transference of essence

A stranger benefits, or else

Red pouches of rectangular life

Rest untouched on dusty shelves

Nurses & librarians

In hospitals for bodies & minds

Blood & books on carts with bar codes

Your blood is inside of you but it is not helping anyone

Your blood is only noticed in emergencies

escapists & artists

You will not be a science fiction writer in the 1950s. You will not be a Dadaist in the 1920s. You will not be a filmmaker in the 1970s. These groups are shapes and forms of certain times and places & thereafter erased from future chances of repetition & imitation. Your contribution, if it is to come, will be a manifestation of your present. But can he who would escape from his time also serve as its prophet?

over

head mind I'm

over

heels matter it

Passport to Impossible

His labors bequeathed us infinity
Sending legions of lizards, birds, men, fish to claim
Unknown territory
His devotion allows us to dwell within dissonance 
To pass within the walls of impossible houses
Losing footing but never perspective
Expanding unreal estate
Curves of mind's rind unwinding
Wood blocks as windows
Reversing so often reflection is reflex