Beth Copeland: Good Intentions
It’s not the bee’s fault, Daddy says, pulling the stinger from the tender flesh of my inner arm. Look, it’s dead. It didn’t mean any harm. The honeybee, no bigger than a … Continue reading
Beth Copeland: Release
Imagine a goldfinch in your fist. Open it as olive wings soar over dark steeples. If you’re grieving for what never was or will be, bring your … Continue reading
Beth Copeland: Dear Omniscient Narrator
Please don’t let me linger in the ellipses of dementia and disease murmuring goodbye again and again to family and friends. Write a simple sentence with a … Continue reading
Beth Copeland: Bone Moon
Swallow a tablet that tastes like chalk. Chase it with an aspirin. Already an inch shorter than at 60, bones thinner, body that much closer to the … Continue reading
Video — Falling Lessons: Erasure One, a poem by Beth Copeland
. Director Anh Vu, working with the organization Motionpoems, created this video of Beth Copeland’s poem which interweaves images of the natural world with books, papers and other evidence of … Continue reading
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