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Michael Magee opens Crowed with a coffee-spill Rorschach crow, its bill dripping honey and mayhem. These poems travel across ethereal borders and find a man in honey who finds his way home from the pub after too many hours, who finds rain is no sorrow. And too, there is the mayhem of devastating fires,a man with a hose, where every road is a dead end, or the woman in "Bench Warrant" who is "rising on her own / after last night's collapse / the wind gone out of her." Crowed's shiny objects are life's joys and sorrows. They are a witch
in the woods and the ginger cat dreaming of a perfect love. -Kevin Miller, author of Spring Meditation and Vanish
Crowed should be read slowly and luxuriously for each poem is deeply layered and gorgeously told in stunning language. The subject matter is varied and intriguing, from encounters with birds to travels through Ireland and back through history. Each poem is a delight. In its entirety, the book is a wonder.
-Maggie Kennedy, author of The Unraveling Script
