meth-head with bad teeth & a good heart--lived next door. once went to sleep with a candle burning & refused to call the fire department. got our garden hose & doused her bedroom through the window. then she went back to sleep.
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.