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Jonathan Potter
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The Sweet Spot in the Chaos, coming in June 2025 from Korrektiv Press -- substack.com/home/post/p-...
May 21, 2025 at 6:35 PM
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Photo Poems 3: After Seven Days (3 of 3)
and finally i / begin to come to / myself in the looking up // in the crash of cloud and light / and in the music / of the sounds of words
January 6, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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Photo Poems 3: After Seven Days (2 of 3)
and the glory of / nature never spent / despite the faithless brooding // pretended under grey sky / until it opens / to reveal the this and as well i turn / in my ecstatic / thoughts to mary oliver // and her harsh and exciting / wild geese heading home / through this very sky what else can i say / as emily said / the sky was low the clouds mean // but there is another sky / and we have stumbled / upon it here now ah that handsome pine / in the back yard stands / now healed of its brokenness // only bending a little / its hallelujah / under the blue sky
January 6, 2025 at 4:18 PM
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Photo Poems 3: After Seven Days (1 of 3)
after seven days / of cabin fever sky / i looked out the window // and saw my golden mansion / inviting me to / rest among the clouds the swooning branches / of trees delicate / but stern in the brittle chill // of the confrontation with / the air above and / the breezes below were the rungs of a / ladder my mind climbed / like old jack and his beanstalk // without the fee fi fo fum / and instead carl jung / explaining my dreams the blue that had been / withheld and the mauve / merging with pink and purple // the necessary angel / of mister stevens / awake in my brain
January 6, 2025 at 4:14 PM
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Photo Poems 2
the feel of the light / a scintilla of / the scintillating summer // now reduced to a fall glare / like a flaming sword / at the garden gate what is there to say / about the color / of the sky or the music // of the morning in silence / the past the future / and the golden now the end of the road / is where the sunrise / begins to become the day // ambling nonchalantly / towards you with a / slow but steady grace inversion layer has trapped december in the gray of november and yet there is a sunrise left by september in the last roses
December 11, 2024 at 9:44 PM
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Photo Poems by Potter
November 23, 2024 at 3:20 PM