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“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