I am so privileged to work with such enthusiastic and talented poets as Jack Phillips Lowe who forwarded a copy of his recent chapbook, Cold Case Cowboys, to Misfit Magazine. One of the fine editors there, Alan Catlin, took the time to comment on Jack’s poetry collection; furthermore, he began his review with compliments to the publisher: Middle Island Press.
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Jack Phillips Lowe, Cold Case Cowboys, Middle Island Press.
One of the heartening trends of late has been receiving chapbooks that publishers have obviously taken a good deal of time, energy and, most of all, real care with their design and production. Cold Case Cowboys had fine heavyweight stock, an eye catching Remington reproduction cover and Lowe’s well laid out, easy to read poems. These are enjoyable, often outlandish and fun poems to read. If you ever wondered why no one ever finds Bigfoot’s bones, Lowe provides an answer. If you were ever a sucker for TV westerns, Lowe brings you back to the scene of those, in a not really nostalgic, but fun way in the title poem, one of my favorites in the collection. Lowe evokes the spirits of Raymond Carver, J. D. Salinger, John D. MacDonald, and Jim Morrison, but the one he appears closest to and most fond of, is the early Richard Brautigan, before he went off into the mountains and never returned.
Thank You, Alan Catlin of Misfit Magazine.
Thank You, Jack Phillips Lowe, exemplary American poet, for sharing your talents with us.