Cool Don’t Live Here No More: A Letter to San Francisco

The People Still Need a Poet


The deep fryer is fertile ground for poetry. While tending to chicken thighs churning in hot vegetable oil, part-time deli worker, part-time dishwasher, and “people’s poet” Tony Robles writes. He writes about peach cobbler and green beans, about snapping turtles marooned on Greenville Highway. He writes about racism. But mostly, Robles writes about people.

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