Poems by: Tate, Bronwen
  As A Shipwreck Having Seen
An Approaching Vessel

Bottle of Chianti
Fresh Tortellini
I Could Not Ask Other Flowers
Labello Chapstick
Leather Boots and Belts
Like Bad News Known Sooner Abroad
Pressed Flowers
The Cloister Of Her Habits
To Please And To Possess