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Jon Pott

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Intimations

We seem to be creatures of deep and ineffable yearnings which attach to one thing or another — which never…
February 24, 2022
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In Her Time

Eighteen years ago this week, on a brilliant morning after a night snowstorm, we laid our ninety-three-year-old mother to rest.
January 26, 2022
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Field of Dreams

“Fenway Park, in Boston, is a lyric little bandbox of a ballpark. Everything is painted green and seems in curiously…
September 28, 2021
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Early Grace

It would have been around 1950 -- most likely, as now, with snow on the ground -- that I wrote…
February 10, 2021