Poems by Susan Rich
A Poem for Will, Baking
... eates the most fragileof confections: madelinesand pinwheels, pomegranate crispsand blue florentines ...
Lost By Way of Tchin-Tabarden
... re the wind and dust travel easily along my skin,and I'm no longer satiated by the scent of gasoline ...
For Sale
... in clothes too lightfor the weather have brought wild flowersand sit sloped along the Claremont road ...
