* Conjuring My Leafy Muse (Book 2) nominated for 2015 Poets’ Prize * Girlie Calendar (Book 3) selected for 2016 ALA Over the Rainbow List

A poet can survive anything but a misprint, wrote Oscar Wilde, flippantly intimating that poets are made half-mad by a world of trouble. One rootless poet lost in trouble, Mary Meriam, found an anchor in The Lillian Trilogy, which combines in one volume her three recently published poetry collections: Word Hot, Conjuring My Leafy Muse, and Girlie Calendar. The poems use a wide variety of poetic forms to capture and command relentless buckets of loss and heartache, revealing the untold horrors of her life and turning them around in a magnificent blossoming of longing, lust, sadness, and wit.

This is very strong, fearless stuff, beautiful. -Rhina P. Espaillat

Mary Meriam is a rare and original poet. This is a dazzling book, a fusion of anguish and wit and song, written in clear and compelling language. I love the wildness, the inventiveness, the always surprising but accurate metaphors. She writes of real things, real people, always musically. She uses Mother Goose rhythms and rhymes or echoes of Sapphic meters or settings as grim as any of the Grimm Brothers’ tales, to tell searing truths that move, frighten, and delight one with the skill of their telling. -Naomi Replansky

Mary Meriam is a frightening poet, a frighteningly good poet. The intensity of her writing will frighten you, but also her technical skill. She can put a chill into the most common rhyme. The poems speak like a gust of gorgeous / thundering swallows. She identifies her models as Christina Rossetti and Charlotte Mew, whose Goblin Market and Farmer’s Bride rightfully haunt the collection. But her real soulmate is Thomas Lovell Beddoes, the ultimate poet of the queer and scary whose masterpiece, Death’s Jest Book, was left appropriately unfinished. She may ask us to unspook her dreams, but we won’t succeed. The uncanny is too engrained in her sensibility. All we can ask is that she continue to keep writing. -David Bergman

Mary Meriam is a poet who takes risks, by which I don’t mean what you think I mean. There’s nothing risky about breaking rules that haven’t been in effect since 1880. I’m talking about the modern rules, the new respectability, the advice given in poetry workshops by legions of successful poets whom no one reads. Mary doesn’t give a shit about Pound’s don'ts, she’s too busy writing fierce, gorgeous poems about love and pain. She’s a true rebel, in all her heartfelt, singsong, vulnerable, girly glory. -Rose Kelleher

Mary Meriam is an accomplished technician and imaginative Mother Goose artist, who like Mother Goose (my favorite collection in the world), is almost always serious, even tragic, along with fun. I am floored by poems with lines like the opening of I Learn Today My Mother Lied
Not one drop of Jewish blood / in me or you! my mother cried, / as if she had a drop to hide… We are lucky to have her dissident voice. -Willis Barnstone

Mary Meriam’s formalist poems are compressed bliss, dreamlike couplets and velvet quatrains honed to a fabric delightfully carnal. Like two of her touchstones, Frost and Bishop, her masterful metrics are handmaidens to her message at play in the fields of passion, loss, and redemption. -J. Patrick Lewis

This is my kind of a poet. ‘She speaks, ’ as Larkin said of the beautiful and wistful and utterly different Stevie Smith, ‘with the authority of sadness.’ She also speaks in the language of tradition. She uses old forms fiercely. She is rather a fierce poet. Oh, and a Lesbian. You can’t ignore that. But what does she do? Do with words. Magic. Above all, Mary Meriam is a magic poet and if that is what you want (as I do) this is a book for you. -John Whitworth