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Expect the unexpected in Kathleen Winter\u2019s Cat\u2019s Tongue<\/i>, a collection of twenty-two poems with the perfect cover image\u2014a fierce open-mouthed feline. As the writer introduces us to her world, we feel that cat\u2019s rough tongue licking us into a consciousness.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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The chapbook opens with \u201cBeside Myself,\u201d a self-aware introduction in which Winter compares memory to a dog with \u201cone wild eye.\u201d At first glance, her next poem \u201cSome days I want certainty, some days, revelation\u201d appears to be a prose poem, but it reads like a reverso, a poem with two parts. The second stanza reverses lines from the first, bringing contrast and additional meaning to the reading. The form requires a high level of craftsmanship, and the author masters it with her childhood memory of a snake\u2019s visit to her elementary classroom. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Her ease with language is most evident when she riffs on the letter T in a poem almost shorter than its title: \u201cMatchbook Picturing Two Women: Beauty & Charm.\u201d She plays with T-notes and T-stops, travels from \u201cfast-firing minds\u201d to \u201cFerris wheel flattery,\u201d all traps for the unwary. Finally, she admits, beauty and charm never suited her to a T.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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At times, the author moves through diverse images quickly, jumps from thought to thought, but in the end, she tugs on a single thread that pulls it all together. \u201cIncandescence\u201d is a favorite example of this. After describing social gatherings where she read in various closets and bathrooms and a fearless former roommate, she ends her poem with, \u201cTonight I want to be alone in good company.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Her most fragmented poem in the collection is \u201cCrazing,\u201d a list of seemingly unrelated comments about the artist Duchamp, a rock band, suffrage, and a Florentine bridge. Crazing in ceramics, however, is caused by glaze being under too much tension during cooling. It pulls things apart, but as Winter explains, \u201cThe worst marriages make the best divorces.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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The title poem \u201cCat\u2019s Tongue\u201d is a stream of conscious prose poem set at a college reunion. It begins predictably with the narrator spotting an old love across the room, but then dark surprises sneak up on the reader, cat-like. \u201cShe wanted to say something to him, to bite into the base of his neck deftly causing a bacterial infection, to sling the words at him with her cat\u2019s tongue, every syllable covered with a million tiny barbs.\u201d The craftsmanship in this piece is masterful.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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In \u201cThe Writing Teacher as Rampant Stag,\u201d Winter shares her one rule for students, \u201cEveryone has an hour, half hour, a page.\u201d The intensity of her frustration over students\u2019 excuses builds. At the end, she rants in a long sentence full of strong verbs and repetitions. Writing teachers everywhere will applaud this one. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Winter\u2019s last lines are uniformly strong. Even \u201cMemory Fruit,\u201d her shortest poem, which has only four lines, ends with \u201cMy <\/span><\/span><\/span>grandmother\u2019s tears falling on her salted melon, scattered with its own.\u201d <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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The flow between the poems in the chapbook works well, but I would have loved to see a few poems using more white space. Winter, however, brings a strong female voice to Texas Review Press in a collection that all readers will appreciate.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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