“Mary Murphy invokes the texture of the Irish countryside, its weather and seasons, the folk beliefs then governing Irish behavior, the previously cozy daily lives of the people, and with her detailed understanding of how the Irish lived off the sparse offerings of their countryside, she has re-created a world that before the famine, the Great Wind, and political heartlessness, was knitted together by love and generosity. By placing the great Irish disasters in context she has given me an understanding of Ireland I would not have had any other way. Her book brought that world to life, causing me to mourn its cruel destruction, and enriched in my memory what was before only dry, lifeless fact. She deserves much praise for this difficult and valuable accomplishment, and I thank her for it.”–Sharon Butala”And it is how it happened …” So begins Mary Murphy’s keening long poem, written in vernacular Irish-inflected English, which narrates fifteen years in the lives of her peasant ancestors in an unflinchingly steady and compassionate voice, a poem which brings its melodic, seven-syllable line like a needle to the torn cloth of history, weaving expertly back into being a rich and earthy tapestry of witness. Both a celebration of the turning wheel of the agricultural year and an elegy for a way of life both brutal and rich with folk belief, The Hungry Grass records the unwritten in a voice as precise and quietly authoritative as that of a bard, yet nevertheless bristles with a righteous anger. A poem to be cherished for its lyric beauty.”–Cathy Stonehouse, author of Grace Shiver”The Hungry Grass, A. Mary Murphy’s book-length poem, sweeps the reader along in an evocative flow of deftly crafted images. Meticulously researched and deeply rooted in mysticism, faith, land and language, the book gives voice to one young Irish family’s unstinting devotion and struggle to survive against a backdrop of forces beyond its control.”―Mary Lou Soutar-Hynes, author of Dark Water Songs and Travelling Light