Sing, Lost Soul is a celebration, a commemoration, an observance, an ode. Textured by time and toned by the world, this collection lauds life in both its profundity and simplicity. There is familiarity when reading Coppock's poems--a sense of experience, or at least a sense of perceiving experience. Like a dream, you slip in easily, remain awhile, and upon waking, the realization dawns: ""I've been there before,"" or, ""I felt that once, long ago."" Weaving words to nurture and name the sensibilities of a soul is a poet's gift to the world. Sing, Lost Soul is such a gift. Karl Coppock grew up...