Tag Archive: Ronda Broatch

THE PROBLEM WITH FRESH HOMEMADE PIZZA — Ronda Broatch

is where you place the sun-dried tomatoes. Too near the surface they burn, little islands charred in a sea of gorgonzola. Black olives are best broken and drowned, as the tomatoes must be,… Continue reading

2 poems — Ronda Broatch

BEFORE THE STARS COME ON I INVESTIGATE DECAY Tonight only moon wrapped in gauze, crickets grinding the stone dark whatever they might be saying becomes erasure, past grit of things a madrona about… Continue reading