A poem begins with a lump in your throat ~~ Robert Frost

Corn Likker & Daffodils



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Corn Likker & Daffodils explores the intersection of history and Eve Hoffman’s life as a white, southern, Smith College educated woman. Seeing the KKK for the first time at seven years old, dreaming they would come and take her family away. Years later the Klan bombs her synagogue –four hours after she becomes president of the Youth Group. She takes the reader from bottomland acres of corn sileage and fields of alfalfa carved into suburban streets. From a hillside clear cut and twenty foot roots of Georgia red dirt torn from the earth. From the Chattahoochee River flooding and Buck Creek a passageway for corn likker to avoid the revenuers. From the carousel at the state fair and a 4-H sewing award. From the DNA of a revolutionary war lieutenant and a suffragette to being recognized as a Remarkable Woman by her alma mater Smith College. From a climate of deniers to a granddaughter making medicine of grass and stones in a dented galvanized bucket. It will heal everything.



from The Neely Farm
the smell of Georgia earth, odor of diesel as bulldozers/slice verdant pastures and fertile fields into streets


from Beyond My Dishwasher Hands
Two-inch pistil and stamen, yellow filaments/end in dots erotic as any Georgia O’Keefe painting./Bumblebee legs weighted in layers/of pollen defy gravity, take flight


from Witness
I am seven years old. Men in white robes, eye holes/in peaked hoods cross the road in front of us, climb into the back of a large white box truck. I dream/for weeks they will come take me and my family away/in that white truck. We are Jewish.

from Your Eyebrows
Your eyes sanctify morning’s/blue light/You voice fills spinnakers/with sandhill song/Your ribs shelter orphaned/Arctic calves

from Insurrection
One Hundred and Forty-seven Republican/Members of the United States Congress seal/ a Faustian bargain – their souls/for a choke-hold on American history.

from Abecedarian Atelier
Descend the staircase into deep-state doppler diptychs/easels of encaustic etchings/finesse of fauvist frescos/grayscale gardens of delight in hate-hued horizontals




Eve Hoffman demonstrates the best of what it means to be a storyteller: Her poetry both touches the heart and challenges us. Her words conjure worlds into which we’re invited to enter, explore, and immerse. Just as in every good story, in each poem, we are not mere bystander, but witness and accomplice, living the story along with her. Audrey Galex, television producer, storyteller, author Turtle Rocks


A premier collection of the Southern experience with all its contradictions, all its pain and its beauty. Daffodils, a touchtone, provide a bright spot intermixed with the darker themes of insurrection, pandemic, uncertainty, changing roles, wrestling with the past and loss in a vibrant present.

Cheryl Ann Passanisi, nurse practitioner, singer, poet, author Geraniums from the Little Sophias of Unruly Wisdom