{"product_id":"magic-enuff-isbn-9780593447437","title":"Magic Enuff","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Gorgeous poetry” (\u003ci\u003ePeople\u003c\/i\u003e) that celebrates Black Southern womanhood and the many ways magic lives in the bonds between mothers, daughters, and sisters, from the bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eMemphis\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“\u003cb\u003eThese are lush poems full of radical love and strength.”—Warsan Shire, author of \u003ci\u003eBless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWINNER OF THE BCALA LITERARY AWARD FOR POETRY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e“God can stay asleep \/ these women in my life are magic enuff”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAn electrifying collection of poems that tells a universal tale of survival and revolution through the lens of Black femininity. Tara M. Stringfellow embraces complexity, grappling with the sometimes painful, sometimes wonderful way two conflicting things can be true at the same time. How it’s possible to have a strong voice but also feel silenced. To be loyal to things and people that betray us. To burn as hot with rage as we do with love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEach poem asks how we can heal and sustain relationships with people, systems, and ourselves. How to reach for the kind of real love that allows for the truth of anger, disappointment, and grief. Unapologetic, unafraid, and glorious in its nuance, this collection argues that when it comes to living in our full humanity, we have—and we are—magic enough.\u003cb\u003ePraise for\u003ci\u003e Magic Enuff\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“From the author of \u003ci\u003eMemphis\u003c\/i\u003e comes gorgeous poetry about love, rage, Black femininity and how the human heart can hold conflicting truths. A beautiful, accessible collection of poetry, even for those who think they don’t like it.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—People\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“In this mesmerizing poetry collection, Stringfellow weaves a beautiful tapestry around poignant themes such as Black Southern womanhood, femininity, and the bonds that women within a family share.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eEssence\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In . . . \u003ci\u003eMagic Enuff\u003c\/i\u003e, freedom resonates as a rich, emotionally complex experience—hopeful and brave in the face of danger, discerning and intimate in the presence of love.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eChapter 16\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A collection of poems that [captures] all that is strong, resilient and beautiful about Black womanhood.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Root\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Filled with exuberant strength and radical love, [Stringfellow’s] work is filled with evolution, power, and tenderness, told from a position of Black womanhood.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Memphis Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“These are lush poems full of radical love and strength. Tara Stringfellow is a guiding light of tenderness and power. Her words are a balm. \u003ci\u003eMagic Enuff \u003c\/i\u003eis a gorgeous collection exploring the bond and beauty of Black womanhood.”\u003cb\u003e—Warsan Shire, author of \u003ci\u003eBless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003ePraise for Tara M. Stringfellow’s debut novel, \u003ci\u003eMemphis\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A rhapsodic hymn to Black women.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Tara M. Stringfellow will be an author to watch for years to come.”\u003cb\u003e—Jacqueline Woodson, author of \u003ci\u003eRed at the Bone\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Shows tremendous insight into the effects of violence on Black women in America, told from a captivating Southern female perspective.”\u003cb\u003e—NPR, “Books We Love” \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A dazzling display of female resilience . . . Pulsing with heart and beating with soul.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Atlanta Journal-Constitution\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Recommended for anyone who appreciates Toni Morrison, Alice Walker, or Gloria Naylor.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eTara M. Stringfellow\u003c\/b\u003e is a former attorney, Northwestern University MFA graduate, and two-time Pushcart Prize nominee whose debut novel\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eand national bestseller \u003ci\u003eMemphis\u003c\/i\u003e was a Read with Jenna pick and longlisted for the Women's Prize in Fiction. A cross-genre artist, the author was Northwestern University’s first MFA graduate in both poetry and prose and her work has appeared in \u003ci\u003eCollective Unrest\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eJet Fuel Review\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eMinerva Rising\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eWomen’s Arts Quarterly\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eApogee Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, among others. After having lived in Okinawa, Ghana, Chicago, Cuba, Spain, Italy, and Washington, D.C., she moved back home to Memphis, where she sits on her porch swing every evening with her hound, Huckleberry, listening to records and chatting with neighbors.\u003cb\u003ePicking\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003emy grandfather\u003cbr\u003edid it\u003cbr\u003ea sack of hemp\u003cbr\u003etied to his shoulders\u003cbr\u003efilled with clouds\u003cbr\u003eof a fruit inedible\u003cbr\u003ehis daddy did it we all did it\u003cbr\u003ewe didn’t know no betta\u003cbr\u003ehe says it was a job\u003cbr\u003ebefore, it was a life\u003cbr\u003ethe only one a Black body\u003cbr\u003ecould make a dime on\u003cbr\u003ehe trails off\u003cbr\u003esips the whiskey\u003cbr\u003eI’ve brought him\u003cbr\u003eyou know\u003cbr\u003ebeing in all dat cotton\u003cbr\u003eI ’member the singing\u003cbr\u003emost of all\u003cbr\u003ea great moan\u003cbr\u003ethen ’nother\u003cbr\u003ethen ’nother\u003cbr\u003ethen ’nother\u003cbr\u003ecomin’ in waves\u003cbr\u003estartlin’\u003cbr\u003esorrowful\u003cbr\u003elike the voice\u003cbr\u003eof God\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eOrigins\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnce in Atlantic City, after she couldn’t take it any longer, she picked up a bottle and sprayed mustard all over his shirt like silly string. He laughed a high, unsettling laugh in response. Shoved popcorn in his mouth and, walking earshot behind her, said she really must be a no name nigga from Memphis if she think she gon’ get anywhere with three babies no degree and a black face. People on the boardwalk didn’t know what to make of it. Some laughed. The women didn’t. They looked at her. Then at the stroller.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe gave her a black eye Easter night. She said he was a cheat jus like his Black ass daddy and that’s when the fist came—­unexpected, quick, soundless. She rebounded against the peach-­colored wall. Went after him with a butter knife of all things, circling him round and round the dining room table that was littered with scraps of hours-­old pork. The police officer was nicer than most. Let me sit on his lap and play with his flashlight while he took his notes in our kitchen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy almost-­ex-­husband is always late. After another fifteen minutes, he walks whistling a familiar tune, in carrying his elegance like a satchel and looking as he always did in that caramel wool coat, spitting image of Jack Kennedy. When he sits, still humming Sinatra, I hiss out an angry whisper: you know my check engine light has been on for months, I’m at my wit’s end, I’m using this refund for bills. The tax preparer across from us kindheartedly pretends not to hear him call me a Black bitch. Years ago we had a pregnancy scare. He fell asleep with his head on my belly talking about the Cubs and humming Sinatra songs. Angels cheer ’cause we’re together he crooned. Over and over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSitting on our back porch in Memphis, I pass my sister the bottle of rye I’ve hidden in my purse. Remember when you damn near killed Tony? she asks. She’s talking about the time I walked into a hotel room in DC and saw my sister, all five feet ten of her, lying in some foreign origami pose on the floor while her boyfriend stood over her swaying drunkenly, leisurely like paper in the wind. The police officer said I went after the boy’s neck like I was wringing out a damp rag, but I couldn’t tell you what happened. All I remember was Kristen on the floor and wanting to tear out that boy’s trachea with my own teeth. We laugh about it now. I ask her why on earth she thought it a good idea to date a Yankee. Uppity niggas. The lot of ’em. Her laughter dances along to the song of crickets in the night. Still cracking up she says I looked like a bear bout to claw his eyes out. We sip whiskey. No, I say. 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