We can choose where our attention goes…
Why Not? What if we got our breaking news from morning dream circles with 10 of our closest neighbors? Around a fire, say, with eyes and hearts attuned to the unguarded loveliness that spills from…
A Gnawing Hunger
Insatiable Some would say it’s an embarrassment of riches, this contemporary life we struggle to contain. I’ve stood with many at the long groaning table punctuated with shiny things that gush like chocolate fountains spewing…
MelindaJune 1, 2026
What do you want to leave behind?
Copake Lake, Copake New York. Photo by Melinda Coppola I'm thrilled to have my poem "When your warm flesh" included in a new poetry anthology. "Intention of Love" anthology is edited by ZenJen Brown and…
MelindaMay 18, 2026
For All the Mothers
Hi there, I just wrote a little ditty for, well, For All the Mothers Those whose bodies have birthed tiny beings, those with chosen families born from a seed in their hearts, those who passed…
MelindaMay 9, 2026
Four New Poems
I’ve just had four new poems published in Root Smoke journal. Here they are, below. https://rootsmoke.substack.com/p/melinda-coppola Spring There is nothing to say that the green world bursting faithfully again into blossom hasn’t outlined on…
MelindaMarch 18, 2026
Three Love Poems
Consortium Up before you, I hear your shuffle down the morning hall, the clearing of your throat, and my head turns of it’s own accord, trained by years of practice, and I’m looking for your…
MelindaFebruary 13, 2026
Ambling Towards Ambulation
Bink was a late walker. She was late with everything, actually—except with being adorable and precious and deeply loved. Here's a poem about walking from my book Little Pockets of Glow. If you haven't purchased…
MelindaFebruary 2, 2026
The Only Reasonable Light
image by Melinda, "Shekinah" Oh, there is so much pain in this peopled world, and I dare say the majority of it is delivered to humans by other humans. I don’t pretend any circumstances will…
MelindaJanuary 15, 2026
This is What They Told Me to Tell You
Awakening from a decent night’s sleep a few days ago, I found strings of words inside my eyelids. I didn’t recognize them as my own—my assumption is they are angelic, though the distinction between inside…
MelindaJanuary 5, 2026