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About Michael Catherwood
Copyright © 2006
by Michael Catherwood
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The first collection of poems by a man who has been around the block: rough-edged working class poems.
from the publisher
Somewhere in Dare, an old man heads out with his "honest-to-God bindle-stick"
bouncing on his shoulder. On the way, there's a cement Christ with no more blood to bleed
on the Interstate Highway. This is not far from a Ramada Inn with a lounge where the color
red is religion, and the poet feels safe at the bar, studying "the brave choreography."
Closer to home is a cat named Baudelaire whose eyes could scare time. Michael Catherwood
has caught countless such images speaking for themselves as metaphors of the
deep interiors in the interior of America. Speaking for himself, he tries to accept "the
business of our breath" enough to keep doing it. The achievement of these poems is itself
enough to keep wanting more of them. Michael Heffernan
It's been awhile since I've read a collection of poems as authentic, disciplined,
well-crafted and moving as Mike Catherwood's new book Dare like a good
hunting knife, the steel in these poems performs its operations with refinement and a
necessary brutality, lifting the skin from everything Catherwood lays hands on.