Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out

Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out

About My Blog

I started this blog to quiet the voices in my head and heart that have been whispering and cajoling and sometimes yelling at me to write more.

This is a space where all the parts of me—mother, poet, wife, lover of beach stones and furry creatures and frequent toe-dipper in the river of song, Yoga practitioner, and teacher and she-who-cooks and she-who-makes-art and she-who-loves-silence, where all the parts of me can come out to play.

I started this blog to keep myself engaged in dialogue with my soul. If what I write interests you, educates you, moves you, …well, that’s a beautiful bonus.

Most Recent Blog Post

(She is) Unbroken

Unbroken

There were times
I imagined you different.

My young mother mind
pictured you—
normal, typical, non-disabled.

I can’t use those words anymore
for their opposites evoke—
lack, absence, tragedy,

and you, my child,
are a celebration of plenty,
a bounty of delight,
a well of fascination.

In fact, you stand against the backdrop
of pedestrian life
in sharp relief
adding color where there is none

I looked up the opposite of disabled‑‑
unaffected, activated, unbroken.

At 29, you appear much younger
and I wonder how typicality
would have changed you.

Plucked eyebrows,
black eyeliner,
a flat iron to tame
your wild dark chocolate curls?

You might have dieted,
finding fault with your shape and size,
and worn heels that hurt your tender feet.

You would not go singing
through the grocery store
happily oblivious to strange looks.

Typical you
may not have sung at all,
thinking a note or two
off-key.

There are many times
I imagine the world
different than it is,
a welcoming place
where compassion and respect
are the norms,

and we all go singing
through the aisles.

 

I am so pleased to share that Unbroken was published in the January 2023issue of Last Stanza Poetry Journal! Also, in this day and age, many literary journals are available online only. Last Stanza publishes online and in hard copy. I love that this is is one I can hold in my two hands and seat comfortably on my bookshelf next to my other works that appear in print editions!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PS:  If you know anyone who might enjoy my writing, I’d love to expand my subscriber list! Please forward freely.

 

Thank you,

Melinda Coppola

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(She is) Unbroken

Unbroken There were times I imagined you different. My young mother mind pictured you— normal, typical, non-disabled. I can’t use those words anymore for their opposites evoke— lack, absence, tragedy, and you, my child, are a celebration of plenty, a bounty of delight, a well of fascination. In fact, you

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a 2022 Story, Part 4

You can read part three here: https://www.melindacoppola.com/?p=2948 Part 4   Little Stream and Wee Lily Pond bounced amicably against each other as they were rushed along in Big River’s mighty flow. “So, how’d you get here anyway?” asked Lily. Little felt her waters swirl with pleasure at the burbling of

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First Digit Singular

This Is What Really Happened Trigger warnings: Run-on sentences. Querulousness.   Thirteen days ago I had my thumb joint reconstructed. This was  elective and a long time coming—both carpo-metacarpals whittled down to bone on bone, naked osseous matter grinding boorishly against its equally unclothed neighbor, hyaline cartilage having fled years

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A 2022 Story, Part 3

A 2022 Story Part 3* Nudge, nudge. Tap, tap. There it was again!  A pattern, far from random. Little Stream was weary from the effort of holding herself together for an unknown number of suns and moons. Could she summon the energy to speak again? Try. I’ll try, she thought.

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A 2022 Story, Part 2

Little Stream Part 2* Little Stream could feel herself being pushed and pulled and hurried along in Big River’s watery trajectory. For the first time in her flowing life she lost track of the passage of days.  Whole moons or suns got lost when she was tugged under a strong

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A 2022 Story

  There was a little stream—more of a rivulet, really—that dribbled and dripped and murmured along through a swath of untamed land.  Many moons and suns cast their light upon her waters as she found her way around boulders and hills and the wide trunks of venerable trees. She was

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The Shift

art: Moon Goddess by Melinda Coppola, done in watercolor.   On my best days I do dwell in gratitude and I experience most everything as a blessing. My poem, “The Shift”, attempts to give voice to that. The poem, which you can read below, has been published in Writing in

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Night Upon the Prairie

My poem, Night Upon the Prairie, was published in Writing in a Woman’s Voice poetry journal yesterday. While writing this I channeled singer/songwriter energies. If I had learned to play guitar, I think this one would have morphed into a folk or country song.   It was night upon the

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The Life Cycle of a Day

Bink and I walk outside a lot. We are blessed with a number of parks and nature sanctuaries in our area, and we know some of them quite well. This poem stemmed from a particular ramble early last spring. I’m pleased that Willows Wept Review chose to publish it in

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