Poste Restante

Ms Cogswell’s poems are so transcendentally clear, so not modern, that they present the reader with a difficult choice: they may be taken at the proper ironic distance—upper lip lifted just slightly at one corner—with calculated disdain, or they may be experienced as they are, insights into an open and generous heart’s encounters with the world.

Poems of place and time, poems of loss and love, all in a voice as clear and bright as a beam of light breaking through behind a squall. I highly recommend this book; you will feel, and be, better for the reading.

                                            —Magdhalin Murphy

                                                   Goddess Reborn