Change Right now I don’t feel a city in me, no life in a night without edges, no night on the Cali-coastline like before. Some days may show beauty and some just the fumes, or high-risers and designer jackets, really, does he true-ly live under this sky, and what does he paint for a living? Structures I think I need to follow, fascinatingly complicated, while fortifying under a new-ly occurring moon, under a one-cloud shout, with shades on my body, suddenly surrounded by hot stones, cold feet, while wondering wandering with you in silent city lanes, a day and age so far ago, it seems all dream without wooden locks, so fast forwarded, seems I feel a solar upgrade to some self, a weather watcher, continuously observing changing, more and more episodes to hold on-holding on, a mass lingering past hope and dream, past peace and machines. Kate Copeland Kate Copeland started absorbing stories ever since a little lass. Her love for words led her to teaching & translating, her love for art & water to poetry…please find her pieces @ The Ekphrastic Review (plus Podcast & translations), First Lit.Review-East, GrandLittleThings, The Metaworker, The Weekly/Five South, New Feathers, Poetry Barn, Poetry Distillery a.o. Her recent Insta reads: : https://www.instagram.com/kate.copeland.poems/ Over the years Kate has volunteered at literary festivals and is now assisting Lisa Freedman with Breathe-Read-Write workshops. She was born @ Rotterdam some 53 ages ago and adores housesitting @ the world.
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July 2025
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