Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out

Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out

Deliverance

Remembering my father 1. The night your own difficult breath awakened you, your lungs spent from trying, and you sensed your heart, that grieving well, slowing almost imperceptibly, and your legs and arms refused command or even suggestion to rise or sway or go into the spasms you’d become accustomed to, and your eyes opened […]