Poetry.
Seared by the world and everything in it
Wilkinson\'s poems are radiant; damaging; a consuming memorial fire.--Andrea Brady.
These poems sing for mortal creatures; some human; and collect their leavings: skin; bees; infants; fruits; tires.
If \'None had loved enough what / they must find by losing;\' in this book\'s moratorium we can find time to remember what we never loved enough.
And yet; each line of this astonishing collection offers a new analysis of the earth\'s fever dreams.
The pathetic fallacy is now literal; dawn chorus imitating car alarms.
In Wood CIRCLE; one of Wilkinson\'s most powerful poetic books; the green thought in a green shade perishes--wildfire destroys the canopy; the Calais jungle is cleared by immigration police.
The pastoral has always been a civic genre: shepherds\' songs written by city workers dreaming of release; of timely coincidence between feeling and nature.
Poetry
