Christine Potter has gone back and forth across the US without an airplane more times than she can say. She’s flown, too, but lately she prefers a sleeping car on the train. She’s also partial to three-hour vacations on New York’s City Island (Cape Cod without the Providence, RI traffic), and really needs to get back to Scotland. Read her two books of poetry: Sheltering in Place (2013) and Zero Degrees at First Light (2006), both available at Christine’s blog.
All work
I must be some age or / another, in my bedroom, alone at home. / I must be hungry and not even know it.
And just now, something is /
turning over in its den, ready to awaken. …
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