Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out

Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out

Snakery

I wanted to say let my people write, or sing, or paint. Let them take their hair down and doff their shoes to march together with intention on the crusted earth. I wanted to grow large with moral authority, puff up like a hissing adder, she whose single lung balloons to strike fear in predators […]