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
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...