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With each poem in BLUE, Erin Wilson births and re-births what it is to mother-from the years of innocence and hide-and-seek, to the terror of raising a teen consumed with depression. She takes what is most raw, most vulnerable, most undone, and brings it to the page with precision and gemlike perfection. Intimate. Tormented. Urgent. Tender. Infused with primal love. These are poems that tell the truth. I was hypnotized by BLUE. - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Hush and Naked for Tea
Invigorating, inventive, and remarkably honest…these poems tell the story of a life at risk of spilling over the edge of the page, capturing the magnitude of a restless, relentless search for both wound and healing. These are poems born of a kind of wrought faith that, despite all the breaking, language still might bring us closer to each other, and closer to ourselves. Wilson has given us a heady, intoxicating experience, a fascinating collision of tradition and innovation, all exquisitely layered in self, art, tenderness, and a rich testament to the ever-present need for risk and empathy. - John Sibley Williams, As One Fire Consumes Another and Skin Memory
With such daring, Wilson illuminates a universe that hurts us to see. But she accounts for the days in BLUE with such humility and restraint that it is a gift. To read this book is first to be saddened, winded, and then to be surprised by joy. - Emily Tristan Jones, editor Columba
…I loved this book. For the vague science of its radiance, for its reverse resurrections, for the timestamps its poetry puts on the disorientation of the parent and the parented, for its carrying of a sorrow that remains unpaid by sadness, and, most of all, for trying to keep with color a nothingness from going bad. - Barton Smock, Skin to Skin in an Unmarked Life and Ghost Arson
