stones, the

Stone . . . hewn by nature and the hand of man. It shelters us, records our grief, provides hope, joy, and a window into the past. Dennis Cooley’s latest collection of poetry, the stones, 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.