At Home with Disquiet: Poems

Compelling urgent lean Erin Wilsons poems read as though Emily Dickinsons secret love child ran off to Canada and mated with a wolf. -- Roger Mitchell The Hamilton StoneRaw 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 gathering of poems Ive read in years.... Our study is to understand that a new voice has strode across the field and made its place. -- Brian Brett author of To Your Scattered Bodies Go (2011 CBC poetry prize) and Uproars Your Only Music (Globe & Mail Book of the Year) ...Bursting with abundance and beauty.... This is a book of dualities of not only odes but laments for the hand that generously gives is also the hand that harrows.... This book will smolder inside you long after you close its pages. -- Francesca Bell author of Bright Stain and A Love That Hovers Like a Bedeviling Mosquito ...A rich poetic narrative the sensual and delicate moments of life as well as the small but profound details of hunger desire and connection.... Wilson takes us through growing pains in all stages of life and returns us to the bittersweet sense of home or as she puts it taking the portal directly into being (which ends way past sorrow) / being the willing slave to marvel. -- Abbie Copeland Dying DahliaI would call At Home with Disquiet a triumph--however this poetry grants no illusion of conquering or overcoming or divining the essence of whatever it is that has shaped it. With the insight and grace of a resolute and keenly observant desert dweller Wilson is a Desert Mother of Kathleen Norris plains the kind who leans into herself like tilted kindling... The mother burns. -- Nina Murray author of Minimize Considered and Alcestis in the Underworld