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Stronger in the Broken Places

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The poetry of Sheila Cowing comprising Stronger In The Broken Places is vivid, intimate, immediate, lyrical, and memorable. Tidewater Specialties: On the cover the man leans to his gun,/his dog poised with her paw lifted, ears perked./Above the frozen reeds the goose glides toward them/open for landing, wings thrust back.//What I saw were the heavy bodies/strung by their feet from the clothesline,/the delicate, tapering heads;/you in the front hall braking the back of your gun./For years it's worked to hate hunting/and the sweet smell of gun oil on yellow flannel,/to study marshes where purple hoods defy snow,/rails slip through eerie grasses./I've kept those marshes secret./I still can't wear the pin you gave me,/the two gold geese flying.

The November 2000 issue of Midwest Book Review praises poet Sheila Cowing and writes : The poetry of Sheila Cowing comprising Stronger in the Broken Places is vivid, intimate, immediate, lyrical and memorable. TideWater Specialties: On the cover the man leans to his gun/his dog poised with her paw lifted, ears perked./Above the frozen reeds the goose glides toward them/ open for landing, wings thrust back.// What I saw were the heavy bodies/strung by their feet from the clotheline,/the delicate,tapering heads;/you in the front hall breaking the back of your gun./ For years it's worked to hate hunting/and the sweet smell of gun oil on yellow flannel,/to study marshes where purple hoods defy snow,/rails slip through eerie grasses./ I've kept those marshes secret./ I still can't wear the pin you gave me,/the two gold geese flying.