“A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.” ~ John Keats (Endymion, 1818) The first poem in Andrea Potos’s chapbook Arrows of Light begins like this: The lake is a blue scarf ironed by stillness, locust leaves burnt yellow, everywhere, softness in September air. Her exquisite … Continue reading Chatting with Andrea Potos about Arrows of Light