Because I am a total wimp and I need to be in bed by midnight, I will not know the result. I will not seem them roll, teeth chattered and weary into Roubaix; I will miss the next skin peeling tumble; I will not seen any more “chute sans gravité“; I will not know if… Continue reading french letters
Author: Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.