he nestles bottles of booze in clean old blankets, maybe adds a burrito, & delivers to homeless addicts at the beach, along with a little chat. his is the kind of pure unconditional love & kindness i hope i'll have one day.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.