In poems shot through with both wonder and woe, The Wilding celebrates the astonishing natural world and mourns the crises facing it. A clear-eyed, uncompromising, and cohesive first collection, it is a love letter and offering to the Earth, both prayer and lamentation. Seeing "our fingerprints on every catastrophe" but knowing "we belong to the universe and it to us," The Wilding refuses to give in to despair. Instead, it seeks the path to rebirth and renewal, while reminding us, in doing so, of our own, wild hearts.
In poems shot through with both wonder and woe, The Wilding celebrates the astonishing natural world and mourns the crises facing it. A clear-eyed, uncompromising, and cohesive first collection, it is a love letter and offering to the Earth, both prayer and lamentation. Seeing "our fingerprints on every catastrophe" but knowing "we belong to the universe and it to us," The Wilding refuses to give in to despair. Instead, it seeks the path to rebirth and renewal, while reminding us, in doing so, of our own, wild hearts.
