Spring must have sprung! Readings are popping up all around Denver. Here’s another I highly recommend: my friend Bob Cooperman reading from his new book, The Words We Used.
Robert Cooperman reading with Renee Ruderman, M. Scott Douglass, and Eleanor Swanson
Thursday, May 7
7:30 p.m.
West Side Books
3434 West 32nd Avenue
Denver, CO 80211
(303) 480-0220The Words We Used is Robert Cooperman’s homage to his youth growing up on the less than mean streets of Brooklyn, New York. These poems give glimpses of what it was like to be a small, smart-mouthed Jewish kid living not too far from the lair of Tommy Lockhart, Avenue H’s resident homicial maniac. The poems also portray the joys and sorrows any ordinary life is heir to. One large motif is food, as in the old Jewish joke, “The tried to kill us, they failed; let’s eat!”
Robert Cooperman is the author of eight previous collections, most recently A TINY SHIP UPON THE SEA (March Street Press), THE LONG BLACK VEIL (Higganum Hill Books), and A KILLING FEVER (Ghost Road Press). IN THE COLORADO GOLD FEVER MOUNTAINS (Western Reflections Books) won the Colorado Book Award in 2000. THE RANCH WIFE is forthcoming from Turning Point Books in 2010. Main Street Rag also brought out an expanded version of Cooperman’s A TALE OF THE GRATEFUL DEAD. Cooperman’s work has appeared in MAIN STREET RAG, THE NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW, MISSISSIPPI REVIEW, and SOUTHERN HUMANITIES REVIEW. Cooperman lives in Denver with wife Beth.
At our elevation, May makes more sense as Poetry Month…
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