Lindsay Wilson is an English professor at Truckee Meadows Community College where he also edits The Meadow. He has received a Silver Pen from the Nevada Writers' Hall of Fame, and his poetry and essays have appeared in The Colorado Review, Fourth Genre, and The Carolina Quarterly, among others. This poem came from his sixth chapbook, Because the Dirt Here is Poor, which is available from Main Street Rag.

Other poems by Lindsay Wilson in Verse Daily:
July 23, 2010:   "Wasp in a Trap" "What trick is this thing with no escape..."

Books by Lindsay Wilson:

Other poems on the web by Lindsay Wilson:
"Long Division"
"Preserving"
Three poems
"Mother,"

Lindsay Wilson's Website.

About Because the Dirt Here is Poor:

"In Because the Dirt Here Is Poor, Lindsay Wilson offers a tight collection of image-driven poetry where the language never ceases to shock and surprise and resonate. Wilson's poems traverse America's western deserts and dry lands as well as the soulful longings of the human heart. In these disquieting times, Wilson has written a thoughtful and important collection when we need it most."
—Nathan Graziano

"These poems are like the seedbeds Wilson is planting in the new earth of his high desert home: they carve from roots that will not go away—family, lovers, and old lessons taught by the men who argued in the orchards. I listen for Wilson's hands turning that field of memory and stones."
—Shaun T. Griffin