Compelling, urgent, lean, Erin Wilson's poems read as though Emily Dickinson's secret love child ran off to Canada and mated with a wolf.
-- Roger Mitchell, The Hamilton Stone Raw, tender, always unsparing, Wilson gives us a woman growing even as her children grow, revealing to her more of the world, dissipating the violence of the self.
Total easement is not granted--just, perhaps, a gentler reckoning with existence.
This is one of the most powerful.