Strangers on the Bike
Conversations with strangers never fail to entertain me, and New York City has provided me with more than enough strangers to talk to: on the train, at a...
urban cycling
The Storm
"Don't stop in front of me!" I yelled at my boyfriend, angry and frustrated, trying to weave my way through two lines of crowded cars. I didn't have...
The Road Goes on Forever
Glance past handlebar hands grasping the long, faint shadow cast in front of your bicycle during the early morning sunlight. See the gray silhouette transform from a gaunt...
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...
Night Rider
"Life, as always, goes on beautifully, strong, manic, effervescent and ever-changing, mysterious yet familiar. And the night biker witnesses it all.” Brendan Murphy After dark, bike armored with plentiful lights...
Summer Nights
With the lights of the pier Poking the smooth sunset In the eye I ride Past the hens Clucking as I tick melodically A euphoric metronome Keeping in time with my favourite home I love this city And...
Tortoise and the Hares
Dodging puddles, potholes, sodden leaves, A tortoise shell on my back. Biking amidst autumn morning rush, Breathing builds the heat I lack. Traversing intersections blithely, The hums of hares feel neural. Hot tails fussing...
As I Cycle Home
As I cycle home, my colleague sits At the bus stop Reaching out to high-five me as I pass. Trying to clap his hand I lose control Of the handlebars With the remaining arm...
Cross-City Cyclist
“At my own pace, I can make my own way.”Jen C. Green I check the weather forecast every morning. Gauging the sky, I take off with appropriate attire,...
Ciclovia
Finalist: Winter 2019 Writing Contest I pedal harder and harder until my lungs start to burn, and then I lift myself from my seat, forming a 90-degree angle...