A debut collection of poetic musings
Poetic musings for the wild and the wide-awake
Coming soon
The original Wilder girls: my mom and her sister.
It’s not a poetry book. It’s not a self-help book. It’s something else: soul snippets, sweaty revelations, kitchen-table confessions and micro-musings gathered like seashells.
Told in four lunar seasons, from New Moon to Waning Moon, b. Wilder follows a life lived slightly off-script: color and contradiction, sweetness and grit, field notes, sea salt, mothering, madness and clarity.
A few snippets:
A hop skippity hop with a
Big red moon, singing
Kum ba yah in a
Senseless backless dress &
Straw hat, amidst
Mist, sweat, & steam, dripping down your neck
Catch her like a star flung through space caught right in your hand
Burning a hole right through it
Running to the sink
Covering it in hot pink ashes whilst she still burns bright
Listening to the refrain.
Remembering. Remembering.
Rolling, Falling, Flailing, Flaunting.
Her hands loose with intention.
For an intermission of
6 breaths,
Then 10.
Wilder is my mom’s maiden name and my daughter’s middle name. It’s also an invitation: to feel more, laugh louder, and remember who you are.
To be wild. To be real. To b. wilder.
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