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Dawn Potter: Soul

Today, a bird invisible among the trees
cries Jericho Jericho Jericho O no O no
all the afternoon long.

October 4, 2020 · 3 Comments

Dawn Potter: Confused Prayer

Faith is a tattered blanket in this age
of fear: a drape of old skin, soul’s girth
swelling with sugar-song, a late-stage
hymn soldering heaven to earth

August 1, 2020 · 2 Comments

Dawn Potter: Concord Street Hymn

Yes, there will be
daffodils in every stanza of this poem
because it is spring in Maine

April 25, 2020 · 3 Comments

Dawn Potter: Sonnet in Search of Poems I’ve Never Written

I’ve been meaning to write about a patch of mossy
frogs’ eggs in a vernal pool, about a single contrail
chalking a blue November sky…

February 24, 2020 · 9 Comments

Dawn Potter: Canto

The season was autumn. Threads of smoke
unwound from the chimneys. Every compass pointed
toward winter.

November 10, 2019 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: A Listener Sends Six Letters to God, in Autumn

Last night, while I was at the piano,
my landlady pounded the butt end of a rusty musket
against my chamber door.
To all appearances, she hates my sonata.

September 21, 2019 · 2 Comments

Dawn Potter: Epithalamion for Grendel

He strides into storms, he wades into pools of silt.

July 29, 2019 · 3 Comments

Dawn Potter: Respectable Woman

No one could mistake me for a department-store model but I’ve kept my figure— not an inch of overflow, nothing to shock a stare. Express myself remains the motto, but … Continue reading

January 23, 2019 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: How to Ask for Money

Grandmother declared, after her third glass of rosé, that vehement was a flavor. Then she turned to stare at me. “A curtsey,” she trumpeted, “is a stitch in time!” She … Continue reading

November 12, 2018 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: Average Land

Even a person like you, paddling away in your outrigger canoe, counting strokes and plotting interviews with fans (or, contrariwise, splitting your proud bow on a sharp rock and girding … Continue reading

September 24, 2018 · 2 Comments

Dawn Potter: Lost Time

In “my dream about time,” the poet Lucille Clifton writes of “a woman unlike myself” who “is running down the long hall of a lifeless house.” I am fifty-two years … Continue reading

May 13, 2018 · 2 Comments

Dawn Potter: Duet for Uncle Paul

. First Voice   Vibrating with sinusitis and a gum infection, I shift from one foot to the other as my father, your big brother,   creaks down onto his … Continue reading

December 26, 2017 · 3 Comments

Dawn Potter: This Guy in the Mug Shot

Chevrolet cowboy, milk-cow intimidator, today is not your day.   Slipping, dipping, hunting, mudding— another jagged ode in your Jägermeister.   Somewhere, island horses break trail, high on AC/DC and … Continue reading

June 15, 2017 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: Hearth Song

Nevertheless, blindly, we smile: and again our ancient vision sponges paint and sunlight, our ears prick at the stuttering clock, the hiss of tires on pavement. Blindly, a thought tumbles … Continue reading

May 31, 2017 · Leave a comment

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