A quick lunch poem.
After a breakfast with strangers and handful of flowers, it was a special delight to bump into this poetry stall at the Farmers Market.
When you resolve to write more love letters, it’s nice to have exquisite paper to do it on. Karacho’s woodblock-printed paper in unlike anything else I’ve written on.
Packing yesterday as Vic walked in the door, he beamed as he handed me my first check for a bit of travel writing. If it wasn’t already spent, I’d say we’d have had a big celebration.
I spent the day putting gel in my hair, shopping with pretty girls, and partying with Greek shipping magnates. I really liked that part of my day.