Corrie Williamson is the author of the poetry collections The River Where You Forgot My Name (2019 SIU Press/Crab Orchard Series in Poetry), a finalist for the Montana Book Award, and Sweet Husk (2014 Perugia Press.) Her poems have appeared widely, with new work forthcoming in The Southern Review, Ecotone, Copper Nickel, and Terrain.org. She lives in Montana, though she spent 7.5 months of 2020 as the fellow at the PEN Northwest/Boyden Wilderness Writing Residency, living alone in a remote off-grid cabin along Oregon's Wild and Scenic Rogue River.

Books by Corrie Williamson:

Other poems on the web by Corrie Williamson:
Two poems
"Love Poem for Naming"
"The Air Gun & The Stuffed Pony"
Three poems
Three poems
"This is Your Love Poem, Al"
"Completion of the Jackson Ferry Shot Tower"
"Tapetum Lucidum"
"52 Hertz"

Corrie Williamson's Website.

About The River Where You Forgot My Name:

"What do thousands of snow geese perishing in the toxic waters of the Berkeley Pit have to do with Julia Hancock Clark teaching her son piano at the edge of the wilderness? They have been routed through the vision, imagination, and verbal ingenuity of Corrie Williamson, wherein they became her remarkable art, this brilliant book of poems."
—Robert Wrigley

"There is something private in these carefully wrought poems, not confession but intimacy. We sit within a small circle of light and listen to Williamson's unhurried voice as it tells us, 'Hush now, all / will be revealed'' Which is how we must dwell on this earth, too—with patience and a sense of time's great arc and return. I'm grateful for the echoing music made in the space between present and past."
—Keetje Kuipers

"We have to imagine we belong to a place. We must also live knowing we are bound to our human history, as complex, beautiful, and tragic as it may be. Girded with such knowledge, we live with greater purpose and may begin to imagine our future that we may work to preserve it. These are a few of the larger notions this fine book prompts, but the broad strokes are stippled with the intimacy of natural detail and the human passion that springs from it. The result is a rich and absorbing book of poetry."
—Maurice Manning

"'For what stirrings / am I attuned?' asks Corrie Williamson in this potent, questing second collection. Here, in these sound-rich poems, Williamson shows us just how wild the world still is, despite the losses. How weird. How beautifully unknown. From bacteria that is 'forging of waste its version of spring' in the tailing pits of old mines to the glories of the come-along, that most miraculous of tools which lets us heft impossible weights—somewhat like a poem in Williamson's skilled hands."
—Elizabeth Bradfield