Covidious-notes from isolation, Field notes, nightwatches, the interpretation of dreams

When flight is impossible

Flight is impossible, love, so fight it must be; every night I wrestle with the angel of god and my hips, struck, ache. When I wake my hands are curled into fists; it grows ever harder to unclench them. And who remembers to breathe anymore? The tight band that constricts our chests feels like a heart attack. I am exhausted but I find it hard to sleep deeply. When I finally drift off there are always strange dreams: in them, the bodies pile up. Continue reading When flight is impossible

Karin CopeApril 5, 2020April 7, 2020Leave a comment

Field notes, nightwatches, short stories, the interpretation of dreams

On the Evolution of My Condition

There is the winter night when, while asleep, I sweat so much the sheets are drenched, as if they have been left out in the rain…Another night after dinner I doze off, the dog asleep on my feet….Most startling of all, today I discovered a new warning on a medication that I have been taking daily for years. Tiny print on a yellow sticker affixed to the prescription label warns Call your doctor immediately if you have mental mood changes like confusion, new/worsening feelings of sadness/fear, thoughts of suicide, or unusual behaviour. What has changed? Why has no one ever mentioned these side effects before? Or have I just failed to see them? Continue reading On the Evolution of My Condition

Karin CopeFebruary 3, 2020February 3, 2020Leave a comment

environmental reflections, Field notes, poetry, sonnets

Late January blues

Winter is far from done. Still, we are waiting./ For what? Not for whispers or intimations; /not for inspiration, but for accident–/ Continue reading Late January blues

Karin CopeJanuary 29, 2020February 2, 2020Leave a comment

environmental reflections, Field notes, Mexico, photography, poetry, voyages

Nightwatches

I think about how the night sky never looks quite the same from season to season or if you’ve shifted a few degrees of latitude or longitude. It’s as if, when you travel, someone has rearranged the furniture of the firmament. Continue reading Nightwatches

Karin CopeJanuary 21, 2020January 21, 2020Leave a comment

environmental reflections, Field notes, photography, poetry

You who would see the wind (prose poems)

Psst, are you there? I don’t think I’m alone here—that’s what the philosophers say anyway. Here’s what I see: flickering shadows on blank walls of the afternoon, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. Continue reading You who would see the wind (prose poems)

Karin CopeJuly 12, 2018Leave a comment

Visible Poetry

Aesthetic Acts in Progress

Tag: inner environments