Fall 2016 Poetry 5 Poems | Ally Young December 5, 2016August 2, 2019 Ally Young Why I Don’t Ride a Fixed Gear I walked down 51st street in the dark, the heat – a soft bodied wrestler, surrendering. I thought of us on bicycles, of myself on a bicycle. At the stoplight the full moon was as big and brief as Arkansas – Jack and […]