That wind, that old, furious weather. 
First they want to put your black ass 
Into a body bag, then tell the world 
You were all for it. 

   -excerpt, "Draft Dodger Blues"

The newest in Cornelius Eady’s chapbook + CD series features a collection of poems, “The Iambic Dread,” first published in Poetry, Tin House, and elsewhere, as well as new poetry. The second part of the chapbook, 2 Out of 3, contains lyrics to six new songs from the Cornelius Eady Trio (bonus CD included).

Poems and songs from the master in his prime, bursting with the Eady signature blend of knife-edge social-historical commentary and intimate observations, infused with a generosity of spirit possible only from a poet fully committed to the craft, unafraid to turn the spotlight on his own tender doubts, and always hoping we’ll come along for the journey.

Poet 
You’re too soft; 
You should be forging 
Each and every word 
Into a steel case bullet. 

Poet 
You’re too easy; 
You should spade up 
Each and every letter 
Like bone and skin 
That died too young.

   -excerpt, "Inventory"