A Light in the Back of the Basement

By Carl Kopman

I keep my time with old things these days, poems and stories, diaries and journals, photographs and a lampshade;  a rescued trove of writing held to the worn and fading light of journey and memory and another day; the chaos of a crazier mind, the energy of taxi cab dreams, the callings of a younger man, fishermen off the Albion shore.

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A Collection Of These Things

By Carl Kopman

                                                                               When you ask me how to do it
How to make it make sense
Break the words in a Poem
So as to make them less dense

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