A.M CopelandThe Circle of ParadiseShe sat on the curb watching the smoke from her cigarette dance around the thin and cool air. She thought about the night, the day, the…Mar 30, 2022Mar 30, 2022
A.M CopelandFracturesShe picked up the particles of a flower left. Dried and decaying in her hand. It was foreboding to the chain of events that were about to…Mar 30, 2022Mar 30, 2022
A.M CopelandEat the WafflesIf you have ever sat near someone that was dying you understand the waxing and waning of clarity. As a volunteer at a hospice center, you…Mar 30, 2022Mar 30, 2022