The Write Question

wilkins-wwwb-spreadThis summer, while traveling all over Oregon, Washington, and Montana to read from When We Were Birds, I got the chance to speak with The Write Question about poetry and life and making sense of life through poetry. The Write Question, hosted by Cherie Newman, is a really fabulous NPR show and podcast; if you don’t listen or subscribe, you should!

Review of When We Were Birds

WWWB Cover 2Geez. This review. Kind, wise, a poem in its own right. Thanks, Melissa Mylchreest.

Joe Wilkins’ words unspool down the page like the highway runs off forever into the empty spaces of Montana’s Big Dry, the eastern reaches of the state where he was born and raised. Populated by chokecherry, dry riverbeds, overgrown roadside ditches, lean cattle and leaner people, his books—poetry, nonfiction and fiction—all speak of a world that is scarred, broken, damaged and dusty, but never irredeemable and never without beauty.

 

Come Study With Me at Fishtrap

Fishtrap

Looking for a summer writing conference? It doesn’t get much better than Fishtrap. Mountains, beautiful waters, and loads of talented, generous writers, including Justin Hocking, Laura Pritchett, Marjorie Sandor, Erika L. Sanchez, Robert Michael Pyle, and more. I’ll be teaching a poetry craft class/workshop this summer at Fishtrap, The Landscape of the Poem: From Eden to Frontier, and I’d love to have you!

Review of Far Enough

IMG_5872 IMG_5873A big thanks to Scott McMillion, Craig Lancaster, and, especially, Elise Atchison for a wonderful review of Far Enough in The Montana Quarterly. And it feels pretty good to be following Tom McGuane in the book review section as well!

Here’s a bit from the end of the review:

Wilkins writes about rural Montana with the same brilliance and precision as Ivan Doig or Wallace Stegner. His lyrical descriptions and evocative imagery make for a jaw-droppingly beautiful book. There is a mysterious alchemy that takes place when beautiful language is mixed with the dust and blood of hardscrabble lives. In Far Enough we are left with pure gold.