Dawn Potter

Another foggy morning, but the air is much cooler than it was yesterday. Clearly showers are on the way, and just in time: the gardens get t...

The fog was creeping in from the bay as my friends and I drove home from our poetry evening, and this morning the neighborhood is shrouded i...

Once my Monson school year is over, my days get exponentially quieter. Some days I talk to no one other than Tom, and during the work week h...

Town living has its luxuries--for instance, a bookstore around the corner, so we can walk out arm in arm to a poetry reading, then walk home...

I dreamed I went to a poetry reading and slept through the entire thing. Then I woke up and realized I'd actually slept solidly all nigh...

After so many, many days of rain: this sky and this water.  Brownfield Bog is just over an hour west of Portland, but even on a perfect day ...

Yesterday's deluge was slow-moving, but finally, by late afternoon, the rainstorm lurched out to sea, and this morning the sky is vast a...