{berets and bongos} 64;

“one grand boulevard with trees with one grand cafe in sun with strong black coffee in very small cups. one not necessarily very beautiful man or woman who loves you. one fine day.” -lawrence ferlinghetti, recipe for happiness in khaborovsk or anyplace.

dear boston;

dear my beloved boston/broston, it is may. you should not be 48 degrees outside . weather that is overcast, gloomy, and not conducive to bike rides over the charles is a major bummer. i should not have to wear thick socks around my apartment. or daydream about hot showers. or still have to use my […]

{berets and bongos} 63;

 “…she collected dictionaries as other women take up men and shelve them: manuals, grammars, teach Yourself german, malay, italian, swahili, welsh, like a passion for clothes that would hang unworn in the dark, for peridots, garnets, amethysts, pearls in a shut case, nouns declined. each unknown word shone with delicious fire and the alien phrases […]