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...let's say there's simply one year left to draw lists of clouds, slip guilt free through bars of chocolate, hold each other in this black hole of restlessness. This life.... What if all that's left for us is gravity, canned soup, a shimmer of thinning hair? Let's say we make our own happiness even so--.... Then may I remember to thank the academy of daily minutiae...
from “The World to Come” in Cloud Pharmacy by Susan Rich, p. 91
...What will it take to keep desire?... I'm unearthing new modes for how we'll roll on through orchestras of snores...
from “Anniversary” in Cloud Pharmacy by Susan Rich, p. 85-6
...to choose a camelback sofa or a Barcelona chair as if decor resolves the conundrum of lives jig-sawed together or remaining lonely as brooms....
from “Conundrum” in Cloud Pharmacy by Susan Rich, p. 80
I want waves and summer all year long. I want you. And I want more.
from “Cloud Pharmacy” in Cloud Pharmacy by Susan Rich, p. 76
“Stories from Strange Lands” by Susan Rich
I tell you my lovers never last--- I’m serious, but my sincerity sparks laughs. You read me over the telephone lines reportage from tonight’s bath: If God = love ( + 1 yogic breath) then it’s best to locate our days fucking in a feather bed. This is an ecstatic theology we heartily agree on--- a praxis that’s not half bad. But what I really want to offer, my beloved, is news from another land. When a good man, a worker--- a trapeze artist or Cleveland dad--- becomes injured, the French believe it merely deepens his craft, artistry entering the body with a dangerous leap or a fall. The story makes of mistakes something holy. My first near miss of your kiss, your undisclosed desire for reading trash. Our skill set working as we continue our lives over a landscape of scars and of mishaps.
“Weathervane” by Susan Rich
We are smack in the middle of the story: in the middle of Mojacar at midday when the air hangs down like a woman’s underwear--- violet and strong. I am in the middle of a life, midpoint of the year: July when the radio plays halfway through the tango--- a middle pancake gone wild. We don’t knowhow to advance or retreat. Praise be to the center of the novel before the crescendo--- before the hero begins to unwind. The second teacup in a row of three untethered from the port of departure or the future’s shore. Not the fruit’s rind or its sweet seed but the flawed heart’s core.
...she closes the journal, the world, the vastness-- tilt-a-whirls herself into the laundry and lunchboxes.
from “In a Village West of Galway” in Cloud Pharmacy by Susan Rich, p. 47