Language is the essence of being human
Poetry is the essence of language
And Sheri-D Wilson is the essence of essence

Fasten your seat belts, ladies and gentlemen: here’s action poet Sheri-D Wilson dancing her way onto the page with rawness and rage.

Books, books, books—why won’t they leave me alone? I can’t sleep because I have too many books, I can’t make love, I can’t eat, I can’t move to a smaller house because I have too many books. If the megathrust earthquake strikes the West Coast, I’ll be flattened by falling books.

Sheri-D Wilson turns language on its head, exuberantly coining new words that seem absolutely necessary-like arborolatry (a great word for idolizing trees). Her mastery of sound is hypnotic.

Gordon Lightfoot, Joni Mitchell and Leonard Cohen . . . genetically tinker with these Canadians and add a chromosome of Patti Smith and a double-helix strand from Jim Carroll. . . you have Sheri-D Wilson.