Giant bicycles from China.

A poem for my teacher during my school age.

A short story about passing a bike from grandfather to grandson, but finding that it must first finish one childhood before starting the next.

From the other side.

This is a short story about when I learned how to bicycle.

I went to school as normal but today was so terrible of the effect of the storm at the southern region of Japan. My bicycle fell down and I got accident while I was back home.

With all of life’s competing elements, I will settle for basic needs to build my mind, body, and spirit.

This story is about a young boy who got new bicycle from his father.

A poem for our granddaughter’s fifth birthday.

Wheels have always been a part of my life and will continue to be so, until I die.