Not Merely a Cycle
Years ago, you came into my life As a Christmas gift from my mom. When I fell, so you fell no one can understand the pain of my wounds better than you, darling. Keeping...
Spring 2020 Writing Contest Finalist
Cycling Through Shadow-Dappled Streets
an internet article tells me my time is like jelly beans I have not learned to give away correctly wind whispers through leaves in this city, I move toward negations [the places...
My Old Friend
Words have been thrown like knives, and now there's nothing more to say. The silence is deafening as I stare down at the blank screen on my phone....
Have You Always Wanted to Bike Across the Country?
Below are excerpts from Brooke Marshall’s memoir, Lucky: A Story about a Gal and her Bike: Adults do this thing where we superimpose our current desires onto our past selves. “I’ve...
Freedom on Two Wheels
It's 4:59. Even if my eyes weren't dutifully tracing the triangle from my wrist to my laptop to the clock on the wall, I would be able to...
Thwarted
No torment so sweet As a brand-new bicycle Confined to the house As the rain falls. The spotless silver chain, Those glossy black tyres That smooth, gleaming paint: I cannot do it – Something within...
Chance Encounter
The wheels spun gently as the trail flowed out of view. Nothing but the thought of you. I gazed intently As the sun set anew. It wasn’t but a week since the trails, dried and...