Joe Wilkins has a big, true, highway-running American voice. When you see a new book of his, you should celebrate. Just buy it, put down the window, and let the music blow back your hair. It's nothing but alive. -Luis Alberto Urrea
It’s been months since I’ve had a chance to catch up here. And, Lord, what months they’ve been. Loads of adventure, sadness, and grace. You can read through it all over at my Substack.
My latest collection of poetry, Pastoral, 1994, is in a second printing. I’m pretty doggone proud of it. If you haven’t picked it up yet, do so and let me know what you think!
From a lovely run through the mountains of western Montana to a graduate school reunion in Idaho and just lately closing the Sisters Saloon down with John Larison and Willy Vlautin, the last month and change have been all kinds of wonderful. And I’m not hanging up my spurs just yet! Love to see you in the coming weeks in Corvallis, Canton, Brooklyn, McMinnville, Bend, Salem, or Portland.
Been on the road with The Entire Sky and am just catching up here. So good to be sharing stories with you all. Here’s to the next song on the radio and the next stop!
The Entire Sky lands tomorrow. It’s been a long journey. I’m thrilled–and also anxious and nervous and so, so excited to host a pint with you when I come through town!
Been a long run of rainy, cold days here in Oregon. Just now, though, after a brief, sleety snow on the fading crocuses and the daffodils yet waving their yellow flags, the sky went breakaway blue. A western sky, deep and shot through with high-running clouds.
Made the jump to Substack, and you can read the rest of my latest newsletter here.
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