Perceptive, shimmering with clarity, Sheila
Cowingıs poems explore facets of the human predicament: sorrow, history,
music remembered, and the insistence of nature. Her metaphors rise out
of the natural world she reflects upon so generously, giving this
collection a fresh and intelligent vision. Colette Inez, author of
Clemency
The rich, clear images delight the senses
and beckon the spirit. . . Cowing's long-standing love of words is
evident. The Bloomsbury Review
Sheila Cowing's poems come forth richly, but
with the excitement of a wild struggle to wrench them out of their
elements. It isnıt smooth work. Muscular consonances, surprising
internal rhyme patterns, harsh juxtapositions, difficult leaps: one
senses the mindıs wrestle, with language, with dislocation, and with
loss. Excellent at compression, she forms poems that ignite like the
pressed fuel of a peat bog, like the burning distances of her New
Mexican vistas. This book is hot. Madeline Tiger, author of Water Has
No Color