A stray cat marches across the keys of a giant church organ, and Madi Parker’s voice bellows out. Her poetry is a weird, loud holiness that fills the room. It sobs, it celebrates, it apologizes with its fingers crossed. Madi’s work is covered in cat fur and claw marks, and is the most honest song you’ll hear about you and everyone you know. Amen.
Madi Mae Parker is an enigmatic dream—full stop. She’s the writer’s writer, unafraid to seek guidance and inspiration from her convictions, a rarity in a field of art priding impression over substance. Madi commands a truthful and well-crafted exchange between writer and reader, artist and audience. Simply put, she is woman, she is water, and her authoritative and exploratory work forces us to seek our own revelatory shores.