The poems in Beth Copeland’s Transcendental Telemarketer evoke a range of emotions and places. They’re colorful and playful, but also rich in meaning.
Copeland writes about the Atomic Bomb Museum in Nagasaki, Hokusai’s “great wave,” and Japanese typhoons, but also Buddhist scrolls, Christian morals, and Afghanistan. Her poem “Russian Dolls” is cleverly shaped just like Russian nesting dolls, with long sentences stacked upon short ones, and the stanzas growing ever bottom-heavy. There is Southern musicality in her voice, as well as a […]