Erin Wilson's poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in B O D Y, Vallum Magazine, Tar River Poetry, The Shore, On the Seawall, and Valparaiso Poetry Review. Her first collection is At Home with Disquiet; her second, Blue, is about depression, grief, and the transformative power of art. She lives in a small town on Robinson-Huron Treaty Territory in Northern Ontario, Canada, the traditional lands of the Anishinawbek.

Other poems by Erin Wilson in Verse Daily:
March 25, 2022:   "Gnomon" "You don't have to go too far..."

Books by Erin Wilson:

Other poems on the web by Erin Wilson:
Two poems
"Vessel"
"Genesis"
"Touching Angels"
"Three Seconds in Winter"
"Theme and Variation"
"Midnight Solved as Snow"
Three poems
Four poems
"[poem whispered to the loved one"
Four poems
"There Will Be Enough Time Otherwise for Salaciousness and Ruin"
"After Hours"
Two poems
Four poems
"One Shade Away From Never Having Been"
"Rarity Keeps the Raven at Bay"
Two poems
"Cicatrix"
Four poems
"Mare"

Erin Wilson's Website.

About Blue:

"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 gem-like perfection. Intimate. Tormented. Urgent. Tender. Infused with primal love. These are poems that tell the truth. I was hypnotized by Blue."
—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

"Invigorating, inventive, and remarkably honest, Blue sparks from 'only the suggestion of a few bones' 'a strong urge to know / each magnificent unraveling spire in pure light.' 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

"These poems are startling and joyful at once… 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

"Erin Wilson's Blue is a work of radical worry that brushes over the invisible fossil of location with a verse that paints sons and mothers into corners so sharply that it separates survival and existence long enough that losses grieve differently over the same portion of brevity. 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