In Broken Grace at Low Tide, Mohney rides between what is seen and what is felt. She luxuriates in inventive language and sound, but make no mistake, these poems are sparse-they waste no syllable, no image. When the speaker observes a landscape or a funeral or a train station, it's like the way a camera might capture a scene-and those observations lead an astute reader to wonder whether the landscape creates the feeling or the feeling...
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