We lay side by side in the dirt, breathing like beasts after a kill. No more punches. No more screaming. Just the ache of impact settling...

I was in a healing space recently that was meant to honor masculine energy. That was the theme. That was the intention. But what I felt...

I stepped off the bike. My boots hit the ground, and it felt like stepping into the ring—heartbeat spiking, muscles taut, no way out but...

I didn’t move at first. I just sat there, engine idling, heart pounding, staring at the figure behind the bars like I might somehow unsee...

The road stretched out ahead of me, long and spacious, wrapped in a silence that didn’t feel empty, but expectant . The landscape itself...

There’s a certain kind of silence I can only hear when I’m alone on the road. No music. No voices.   Just the steady pulse of pistons in...

For most of my life, I’ve been a planner — setting goals, charting a course, always moving with a destination in mind. That approach has...

It comes in waves—the dissonance of becoming. That nagging tension in the in-between, where you’re no longer who you were, but not yet...

Highway 23, just outside of Revelstoke, clings to the Columbia River like a thread stitching land to water. I remember riding it solo one...

There’s this place I find when I ride—a space right on the edge between control and chaos. I'm not just commanding the bike; I'm dancing...