Under the Longwood Avenue Bridge, Boston
mind ablaze, new treads made, wet-bleak with honking geese, a simpering wind
Darwins Ltd.
things just look better on a doily, offsetting sheer, plump, vain glory
a virgin foray into skillet lasagna
i’m not going to pretend that i’m in any way a competent cook, but at the very least i can whisk, fry, toss my heart out while exploring any of the bazillion recipes that are now at my disposal at america’s test kitchen. these posts are purely for my own personal edification and inroads (baby … Continue reading
urban gardening on a skinny bed of soil
one of the many fringe benefits of my new role working at america’s test kitchen (the headquarters are squirreled away in a nondescript building, smack dab in brookline village) is the uber-serene 1.3-mile path between fenway station and my destination. (it’s so pleasant, i only foresee taking the green line in the worst of conditions.) … Continue reading
Under the Benjamin Franklin Bridge, Philadelphia
old town, furtive, miles of grey windswept looks from my lover like that, we turn one.
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