Theresa Senato Edwards (Poetry) | Pawling, NY

Theresa Senato Edwards’ poetry books include Voices Through Skin, (Sibling Rivalry Press), a poem from this book entitled “Her Rituals” was a poetry finalist for the OCD Foundation’s Dare to Believe Contest; Painting Czeslawa Kwoka ~ Honoring Children of the Holocaust, a full-color collaboration with painter, Lori Schreiner (unbound CONTENT), which won the Tacenda Literary Award for Best Book; and two chapbooks: The Music of Hands (Webbook, Seven CirclePress; print edition, self-published); and Green (republish Finishing Line Press; first published by Another New Calligraphy). Excerpts from Edwards’ manuscript in progress, “Wing Bones,” can be found in Gargoyle Magazine and online at The Nervous Breakdown and Hermeneutic Chaos Journal. Edwards was nominated for a Pushcart Prize and received a writing residency from Drop Forge & Tool.

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Press & Reviews

“Man folds me along the edges,” Edwards writes, “like fresh linen mother placed in dresser drawers.” Edwards’ poetry is a brave and endearing exploration in the meaning of womanhood in contemporary America. To write as a woman is to be political; and through her crisp language and sharp imagery, this book [The Music of Hands] leaves nothing unturned.
—Ocean Vuong

Theresa Senato Edwards’ poems [in Voices Through Skin] bring to mind Georgia O’Keefe’s evocative flower paintings. However, in their journey between mind and body, the petals have withered; the colors have fractured into becoming even more fervent in their desire to live after being touched by loss and anguish.
—Arlene Ang

Lori Schreiner’s portraits and Theresa Senato Edwards’ poems [in Painting Czeslawa Kwoka ~ Honoring Children of the Holocaust] give voice to the voiceless, the silenced children of the Holocaust. Schreiner and Edwards pay homage through simple, human gestures of art and poetry. This is a powerfully illuminating and memorable work, haunting in its intensity.
—Ivy Alvarez

I truly enjoyed reading and mulling over Edwards’ carefully constructed short lines within this lovingly rendered 24-page story poem [Green], focusing on small but unique and impactful family memories of old plants growing inside new eyes, of “blood spots seeping through / the indexes,” of a youthful mind’s ever growing library: parts of the stacks rising and evolving, parts of the stacks worried about losing their vibrancy, growing stale, and falling down.
—Juliet Cook

The preciousness of time passing, the humbling legacies and pain–both sharply physical and hauntingly figurative–of desire, all become charged with insight in Edwards’ intense and fiercely lyrical voice.
—Cyril Wong

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