Stones . . . hewn by nature and the hand of man. They shelter us, record our grief, provide hope, joy and provide a window into the past. Dennis Cooley's latest collection of poetry brings his trademark playfulness and wit to the very foundations of the earth. He stretches his prairie eyes far across the ocean to the cathedrals and monuments of Europe and connects our curling rinks and skipping stones to places rich in history.
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Stones . . . hewn by nature and the hand of man. They shelter us, record our grief, provide hope, joy and provide a window into the past. Dennis Cooley's latest collection of poetry brings his trademark playfulness and wit to the very foundations of the earth. He stretches his prairie eyes far across the ocean to the cathedrals and monuments of Europe and connects our curling rinks and skipping stones to places rich in history.
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