Most read ▸Dave BontaBack kitchenthe busy cook quite out of humor evening rainRead the poemLearn by heart
SadDave BontaTributeWe dine on our knees and drink to my dead cook, my mind taken up with my own sin.
AnxiousDave BontaSeekerI come among the fallen, loving for advantage. A cook hunts a constant heart. Lice haunt my coat, me against me.
CheerfulDave BontaImposterThe barber put my clothes on and they look upon him as a cook. All ate a great deal of nothing.