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...
2019 Winter Writing Contest
We Ride Our Bikes Everywhere
Some people get where they're going in trucks, while others go in cars. Some take ships to far off shores, even as far as the stars. There are people who always go...
Seeking
Her bike went uphill When she disappeared, I knew what mother Would say But this wasn’t A simple play, It was a beginning of a love affair, So,...
Rusty
I think back and remember a time, I rode a journey on many paths. Some had dogs and others, toys, I had my rusty four-legged bike. I was...
A “Fun” Afternoon
Rooting through the contents of my parent’s garden shed,I’d asked to borrow a hosepipe but found my old bike instead. I brushed away the cobwebs that had gathered...
Mr. K
“You need to keep your elbows in; they stick out too far, especially your right one. That alone could cost you a tenth of a second per lap.”...
On Two Wheels
Today, the blue skies beckon me still, even when they're grey across the city on two wheels is how I start my day. When traffic trundles to a...
In Memory of Angel Coronel
Third Place: Winter 2019 Writing Contest You were quiet, grim expression, Leader who spoke little and precisely. Friend of cyclists! They took their bikes to you For a...
From Solo to Tandem
Second Place: Winter 2019 Writing Contest Grimacing, Daniel focused on shutting out the nearby voices. His mother’s desperate, pleading words, “There must be SOMETHING you can do, Doctor?...
Spoke Music
First Place: Winter 2019 Writing Contest You notice the man with his bike on the platform and hope he's not planning to get on your train. It is...