August 24 1957

<p>The good and prolific <strong>Bob Cooperman</strong>'s long winning streak continues with<em> August 24 1957</em> his new collection of smart punchy narratives. Cooperman's genius is in storytelling-prior books have honed in on his love of basketball the Grateful Dead his family of origin and America in the 60's. Also a historian he's written deeply about 19th century frontier Colorado. In this chapbook Cooperman mines his own history after a storm upends a glass table on his patio. Broken glass! And Cooperman's taken back to the blood and damage of the summer day he ran through a glass door. 67 years later Cooperman begins the second poem of the collection Some things you don't forget. The twenty-four poems here make for a tough victorious remembrance of a life-changing accident.</p><p><strong>-Ken Waldman</strong> author of the poetry collection <em>Sports Page</em></p><p></p><p></p><p>I've long been an admirer of <strong>Robert Cooperman</strong>'s poetry. He is a master at building narratives in poems. In this new collection <em>August 24 1957 </em>he examines a childhood accident that remains a potent force in his life decades later. The body wasn't the only thing wounded-but the emotional wounds send down deep roots. Cooperman is unafraid to show those wounds to examine them afresh to help us see our own wounds in new ways.</p><p><strong>-Ken Pobo</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>