Poem: Carolina
Has it really been seven years since you first pulled me from those fields, away from all I knew, away from sweet simplicity, the...
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STEPHEN COPELAND
AUTHOR & STORYTELLER
A Simple Song for an Anxious Mind
Have you ever stopped and listened? To the clanking silverware, to the cicada choir, to the hum of a dozen engines at an intersection, to...
Poem: The Hermitage in the Woods
Here, in this hermitage in the woods, sat a man with his typewriter a half-century before. Thousands of words, from his spirit,...
Poem: Embers
"Embers" is the third and final poem in a series of three poems about winter. The first two are "Osiris" and "Teresa." Body, where did...
Poem: Teresa
To give all I can is all I know. To pour out all I am, my devotion. The mule with its will and its hope to attain the prize that is...
Poem: Osiris
It's okay that you move slow. That makes you different and precious. It's okay that you're inexperienced. Your innocence is beautiful...
When the train comes 'round again
One thing that I love about the Psalms is that they are emotionally raw—an unedited account of the human experience. At times, David...
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