Plus Two Legs
Little pedals and little paddles Through dips and all the dirt Every hurdle and every jungle We always get through it together. Whether pain or whether struggle Down familiar and unfamiliar terrain Feeling down or rock under We...
2019 Winter Writing Contest
Ready for Blast-Off
If my big brother doesn't need to use training wheels, then I don't need too, either, is what raced through my five-year-old mind. My navy-blue bicycle, with streaks...
Thoughts of a Nigerian Girl
Even in the 21st century, it was in a community where females wore skirts or gowns only. You couldn’t wear shorts or trousers. Or, if at all, they must...
My First Ride
Ten years old Looking like I’m cold Yet, I had to be bold And step on a bicycle That was the start Of my new life on Earth My bicycle became a friend Whom...
Little Sister
Growing up, my sister was always two steps ahead of me. She went to school before me, started wearing makeup before me, went on her first date before...
Gender Should Never Play a Role
Gender should never play a role, In wanting to do anything in life. A bicycle lets you take a stroll, The scene is overwhelming as you drive. Women are always portrayed behind, With...
The Interview
A swarm of bicycles stretched ten deep across a road, hugging the curve of the seashore. Spectators lined the promenade waving Red Cross banners and cheering, eager to...
The Morality of E-Bikes
My legs pumped, carrying me up the last of three hills on my daily commute. The country club was hidden behind leafy bushes to my right, and the...
Conjurer of Possibility
“Beyond simply being a quintessential part of childhood, the bicycle is an enduring conjurer of possibility.” Virginia Boudreau I'm dismounting at the base of a huge dune, trying to...
The Race
I could really use a new bike helmet. My old one was scratched and chipped, and the blue paint left behind a sticky yellow residue. I didn't have...