Mary Margaret Alvarado
Hey Folly is for sale through Dos Madres Press, Small Press Distribution, and Amazon and at select bookstores.

“Mary Margaret Alvarado is a magical poet, a necessary poet. Hey Folly sings in ways we haven’t heard before. ('I am not even talking / about the harlequin mantis shrimp / or a snowcube caked in pitch. This / has nothing to do with the ruby stalks / we left behind, or the hue of a voice / that was lost.') These poems tell new stories in new ways. These poems change us, and we need to be changed ('Everyone is forgiven and their faces are blown off'). If you’re worried about the future of poetry, stop.”—Joseph Lease

“'Everything [is] birthing its vanishing point' in the world of these remarkable poems—where 'each fruit fills itself, and falls,' and 'the metastasized colors...peal into everything.' The world of beauty is a world of unspeakable pain, and here—'Inside the inside / of a being going'—is the sense of a mind never not reeling with the effort to inhabit this paradox. Wonder, awe and exuberance contend with a crushing awareness of injustice and the suffering of others. These poems navigate the broken world with an attention so benevolent and complete that even their sorrow is full of praise. Reading them, I am reminded that 'gratitude' shares a root with 'grace.'"—Ashley Capps

Hey Folly brims with life and afterlife, a contemporary catalog of true human and inhuman plights and delights. Just when you think the astounding creativity is almost too delightful and buoyant to bear, Alvarado shoots at the heart of the reader who, once again, must not forget the violence and pain of our time.”—Katie Ford

"[Hey Folly] crackles with wit and sonic explosion, twists of diction and sudden bursts of rapture. A poem here is an experience worth waking up for, worth being knocked off your feet by."—Andy Stallings, for Thermos

"Hey Folly is about reverence for, and the ecstasy of, life. The speaker of many of these poems wants to touch ecstasy with both the spirit and the flesh—wants to 'eat hot dinner rolls & get smash beatific.' Many of Alvarado’s poems remind me of those in Laura Kasischke’s gorgeous book Space, in Chains. The poems in both books are deeply empathic, concerned with the suffering of others, and the effect of the private on the public spheres. As Stephen Burt says of Kasischke’s book, the poems are 'self-aware, not self-absorbed.' The same is true of Alvarado’s poems, most of which seem to emanate from an autobiographical impulse, but resonate more broadly."—Daneen Bergland, in Propeller