Andrea Potos

Final Poem For An Estranged Friend By Andrea Potos My last dream had me chasing you along some narrow stone path rising and twisting on a Greek island mountainside while I screamed at you to finally believe I had not wronged you.…

If There Are Heavens, My Mother Will (after e.e. cummings) By Andrea Potos still have her lush supply of paper, those long yellow legal pads she loved to use for reminders and lists and commentaries about life and soul, what I bought…