Poetry. "In Randall Potts' poems, nature and language collide, and then proceed, each having been transformed by the other. The result is a kind of prayer and a kind of scream, as we witness the newly manifest being carried away on the stark clarities of his lines, 'watchlessly dis-figuring/what remains to be seen.' There is gratitude and there is here they embrace"--Ann Lauterbach.
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