For the Poet Who Said There Should Be A Whole Book of Clothesline Poems A poem by Andrea Potos For the Poet Who Said There Should Be A Whole Book of Clothesline PoemsI’m imagining a long string of poems, words... Continue Reading →
While In Italy A poem by Andrea Potos While In ItalyLuccaWe had no map, wanderingnarrow, curving lanes, we foundan old weaving shop that boremy mother’s name la tela di Penelope.She hadn’t been gone one year yet stillI felt her beside... Continue Reading →
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