The one word to learn. In any tongue is thank you. Rising from your bunk.
To the sea you run. I am bound for now and stay. One blue and one green.
In a flat I rest. My neighbor, her blooms are fresh. And the rich look down.
Recently, I was gifted a large freezer-bag full of walnuts. Delicious too, all on their own. But there are only so many fists full of walnuts anyone can eat at one sitting. And I got to thinking, how else could I use them, given the provisions I have on board? I didn’t want to make…
Standing riders shuffled around, equalizing the gap between themselves and everyone else.
None heard that the lines written for Hercule Poirot were delivered with a proper English tone. Nor did they care that the questions from her daughter were born of a place much closer to Kensington and Prospect Park than Kensington and Hyde Park.
Five chicken thighs liberally coated in a paste of cumin and cardamom powder, and coconut oil. Sear the chicken on both sides on a high flame. Remove chicken from the pot and return to the bowl where mixed with paste. In the pot, caramelize one large onion, medium chopped. Add five loosely chopped cloves of…
A morning in flux. My dreams hang dark and real. Then I am free.
I touched her hull but she barely twitched. “I am tired, hurt, and scared,” she said in a rattled whisper.
She was weighed down by generations of neglect and good intentions. She wanted to it all to be over, to be put to rest. The ice in the Hudson heard her and tried to help, only to be plucked from obliviation by good intentions once again.
Bread baking on a sailboat is more efficient using packaged yeast than maintaining a sourdough starter. But if you are looking for efficiency, you are probably not particularly interested in sailing either.
Warmer is the dawn. Still low and south though you are. Sullen chaste for now.