Sit Wild

<p><em>I am doing everything wrong</em>. From this first line of the first poem in <em>Sit Wild</em> <strong>Mo Fowler</strong>'s words rush headlong at the frustrations of modern life; her persona searches for meaning in the gulf between self-doubt and confidence. These are poems of the gig economy told by a character who's fighting to put it all together. Even as the speaker bemoans a litany of overbearing male customers in the hardware store where she works she's trying so hard trying to be better: <em>Don't they know / I am trying to write a poem about how I / am so strong</em>. Fowler's poems critique a world we don't want to live in but probably already inhabit. I am taken by the urgency and the energy of<em> Sit Wild</em>. This is a remarkable first collection.</p><p><strong>-Bob Stanley</strong> Poet Laureate of Sacramento 2009-2012</p><p><br></p><p><em>Sit Wild </em>is a testament to having a dream trying to chase it and keeping yourself alive in the meantime.</p><p><strong>-Andrea Busch</strong></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>