Devil, Dear
Devil, Dear
Mary Ann McFadden
“When Mary Ann McFadden lures us into her fertile and earthy-pungent poems, we become lost in her world of “jellied forms,” in “clouds of milk in water” and we feel as the speaker of these poems feels when she says “The things of this world fill me up.” These poems are sly and full of generous humor and wisdom. To read McFadden is to be surprised, in poem after poem, by the ecstatic.”
—Anne Marie Macari
November 2014
ISBN: 9781938584084
Available in Print. Digital Format Coming Soon.
Mary Ann McFadden is a poet who has just returned to the U.S. after 15 years living in Mazatlan and in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. She won the Four Way Books Intro Prize in 1995 and Eye of the Blackbird was published in 1997. Her poems have shown up in Green Mountains Review, Bloom, Psychology Tomorrow, The Marlboro Review, Southern Poetry Review, The American Voice, Moving Out, and elsewhere. In 2005, several poems were set to music by the composer Gerald Busby and performed at The Carnegie Center, New York City. McFadden taught at Brooklyn College, CUNY, and gave workshops at The New York City Libraries, and at the Biblioteca in San Miguel. In 2010 she was awarded a MacDowell Fellowship. She currently lives in Riverside, California.
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“Devil, Dear teems with erotic life. These poems adore the world within us and outside us, embracing our hungers and imperfections alike. I love Mary Ann McFadden’s range of tones and her long, musical lines, shaped by the pressures of intelligence and deep honesty. She takes us to the edge of an irresolvable mystery and lets us see its beauty.”
—Joan Larkin
“Mary Ann McFadden’s wise and compassionate poems celebrate a world of wild-life and animal warmth, oceanic communions and ecstatic sexual unions. Old flames rekindled by intimacy reveal the hard-won heart-truths that state, “We are truer together than we are alone.” “Now I mourn the loss of magic,” the poet writes. “Now I see it everywhere.””
—Louis Asekoff
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