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The extraordinary poems in Witches, Women and Words have our hearts beating with rage. This powerfully evocative collection speaks frankly of the twists and turns, pains, despair and hopes of the woman, the human, the poet, the abused earth, her trees and seas and biodiversity. In a world where ‘soldiers march blindfolded and mute’ and of ‘wounds that never heal’. It takes us on a journey: a witch’s broom, protection of a coven, and a cauldron of life’s struggles, to become free to allow the poem of woman to be created: ‘the poem born / the poet / a god’. She will have a voice, choose her destiny. You will be spellbound as you navigate these sensuous and imaginative poems where ‘the persistent Southerly / is a foreigner on this piece of soil’ and ‘senses are like a tree in winter’. This is not meant to be a peaceful read. This powerful collection of poetry by Beatriz Copello disturbs like her muse Neruda, with ‘words of fire, steel and hope’, even as she writes, ‘hope is hidden like a miser hides his riches’. - Colleen Keating
Can we conjure a better world with the magic of words? Can women, in particular, escape the cruel prison of history? Beatriz Copello believes so. Though she is ‘scared she learns to walk again’ and ‘lets her blood run wild’ in Witches, Women and Words. Even as the horrors of history reassert themselves, even when she is blindsided by the familiarity of death and haunted by lingering wounds in an atmosphere heavy with unspoken guilt, she ‘chooses life’. With wit, passion and grace, and above all infinite empathy for the pains we all share, she chooses it for all of us. - Richard James Allen
Beatriz Copello’s words take us on a profound journey through the perilous life we all find ourselves leading, where hope is hidden and ancestral anguish drives us to seek meaning and hope. - Anne Summers
