Gold Mines by Peter Wild


Peter Wild was born in East-hampton, Massachusetts, and went through high school there. His undergraduate and graduate work through the M.A. degree was at the University of Arizona. He has worked as a fire fighter for the U.S. Forest Service and as a writer/re-searcher for the U.S. Army in Heidelberg, Germany. In 1969 he received a Master of Fine Arts degree in writing from the University of California, Irvine. In addition to his poetry, he is an avid conservationist and a contributing editor of High Country News, a newspaper covering environmental affairs in the Rocky Mountains. Presently he is a member of the creative writing faculty at the University of Arizona.

Wild’s poetry in nature oriented and well crafted. Limited copies or both his books are signed and available at $15 per copy. Excerpt:

Shy Person Disrobing, she threw her skin toward the fire, / and being shy / missed. / All we find is a raincoat / on a bench by the furnace / of the daffodils.

Gold Mines by Peter Wild, 1978, 16 pp. $12 – Please contact Wolfsong Publications via if you are interested in buying this chap.


Benthos by Liz Hammond


A highly accomplished poet, the author writes of aging and human relationships. Her writing is energetic and crisp. Excerpt:


And then what? / another explosion, / a vision / life begins again / fuller, freer / true to self / fresh buds in Autumn / the winter wheat / second crop / middle age: / the next birth.

Liz Hammond is originally from the East Coast but has lived several years in Wisconsin-Eau Claire and Waukesha and briefly in Kansas. She currently lives in Waukesha with her husband and two children. Published in Wisconsin Poet’s Calendar, Earth’s Daughters, Hodge Podge and Housewife Writer’s Forum, Liz received a fellowship in poetry from the Kansas Arts Board. Currently she is a staff writer for a suburban Milwaukee news-paper.

Liz Hammond’s poems are a journey, a search to find the com-plexities of “self’ through dreams, through connections with earth, water, sky. We see her “. . . brush away the fog / scrape off the lint.” We watch her “float to nowhere, / in this space that is neither light / nor dark, hot nor cold, / here nor there.” She reminds us that we, too, must take this journey as she did “till I (we) give life to the earth again / and become a field of poems.” – Mariann Ritzer, poet and teacher

In BENTHOS Liz Hammond writes like a woman on fire. Her well-made poems burn and blaze with light and heat. Her energy and excitement are intoxicating; her best lines are crisp and hypnotic. She is a real delight to read. I like BENTHOS very much and heartily recommend it to anyone interested in contemporary American poetry. –Dave Etter, poet

Liz Hammond’s deeply personal poems invite readers to explore an inner world filled with images of silence, water, darkness, stars and dreams. In these poems the maturity of middle age brings with it a yearning for new beginnings, rebirth, and transformation as well as wonder-filled moments of clarity and contentment. Readers who immerse themselves in BENTHOS will discover unexpected pleasures of both self-recognition and revelation. – Philip Zweifel, English professor

Benthos by Liz Hammond, 1998, 28 pp. $12 – Please contact Wolfsong Publications via if you are interested in buying this chap.

Last Hunt by Doug Flaherty


With many years of publishing poetry credits, the author constructs and uses words in his poems beautifully. This collection needs to be read by all serious poets. Excerpt:

Last Hunt / after the Omaha

Tonight as I ride / with my load of buffalo meat, / I am the lone / surviving child of the crow. / I fly with a / wild rose on my head. / But should I die / faster than animal meat, / fall swifter than / the shrivel of flowers, / I will remember / as I gasp the final air / that seed of my body / will live nearly a day / beyond my hunted meat, / the sweet drift of perfume.

Doug Flaherty has published in The New Yorker, The Nation, The Quarterly Review of Literature, Poetry Northwest, and scores of other magazines. Other publications include four full-length books, a half dozen chapbooks and appearances in eight anthologies, including the Random House collection From the Belly of the Shark. The poet has read at universities across the country as well as in Ireland and Mexico. He recorded his poetry at Harvard for the Lamont Library. Flaherty’s art residencies include: Yaddo, Ragdale, and the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. He is editor of Wolf Angel Press and teaches American literature and poetry writing at the University of Wisconsin Oshkosh.

“These are poems of humility, wisdom, and awe. In Doug Flaherty’s visions we learn once again that the body, sexual love, and the things that inhabit and/or make up this world are deeply enchanted matters. Flaherty teaches us, once again, that we humans are animals who possess grand souls. I admire Doug Flaherty’s imaginative drive and his craftsmanship.” – Robert Schuler

“Nothing is as it seems in the mystic mind of Flaherty’s LAST HUNT. In images laced with surrealism and Native spiri-tuality, we are at one with the wolf, the stone, the shaman, the whale. . . . Flaherty will bring you full circle in this remarkable collection of poetry and prose poems.” – Mariann Ritzer

“Doug Flaherty deploys words as if they were solid as stone, weighing each carefully one at a time. The poems move to a slow, deliberate beat, yet the mind they embody flies. The com-bination makes for a book that fulfills the dream of The Village Idiot’ to be ‘knotted / and drafty as nets.’ LAST HUNT is drawn together tightly, yet penetrated through by spirit.” – Phil Dacey

Last Hunt by Doug Flaherty, 1998, 34 pp. $12Please contact Wolfsong Publications via if you are interested in buying this chap.

Weird Sisters by Nadine S. St. Louis


A native of Oregon’s Cascade foothills, Nadine S. St. Louis studied there and in Minnesota and California; she taught in the English Department at the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire until her recent retirement. Now she is turning her attention more intensely to poetry, grandmothering, and herb gardening, but she gets her best ideas while walking Her poetry has appeared in such regional journals as North Coast Review, UpRiver, Wisconsin Academy Review, and Wisconsin Poets’ Calendar.

Weird Sisters hails the reader from the beginning of a century await-ing the impending collapse of a grand scheme to rob the ancients of their powers. St. Louis sees the ancients clearly though, in their modern reincarnations as maiden . . . mother . . . crone . . . . The poems leap WITH life, INTO life and with a hawk’s eye ABOVE life to observe, report, interpret and speak with a prophetic voice stopping short of foretelling If you feel in your gut something momentous is soon to occur, St. Louis’ poetry will affirm you are not alone. – Alan Jenkins

Weird Sisters soars with the pas-sion and strength of many women’s voices, none of them pigeon-holed into easy categories. The poet’s velvet words slip us into shockingly familiar worlds, full of nagging questions, inviting us to think our way through the remainder of our days. – Yvette Viets Flaten

Wolfsong is a publisher of contemporary poetry. Limited, signed copies of Wolfsong books are available upon special request. Address all inquiries to: Wolfsong Publications 3123 South Kennedy Drive Sturtevant, Wisconsin 53177

Weird Sisters by Nadine S. St. Louis, 2000, 28 pp. $15 – Please contact Wolfsong Publications via if you are interested in buying this chap.

Next Time You See Me by Dave Etter


In a time when so much that passes for poetry is little more than flimsy anecdote, Dave Etter’s brief narratives are whole stories that matter. Deceptively simple, they embody the distinctive phrasings of a verbal jazz musician at the top of his form. And in his blues-tinged lyric mode, Etter has no big-hearted equal. What comes through always is the music; we’re in the presence of someone who knows that good poetry is bigger than the poet. The music is both driving force and surest sustenance around. Whether describing the profligate nature of wildflowers (“On the Wild Side”), Henry James as relationshipender (“Sisters”), waiting in line at the pharmacy (“Prescription”) or the farm bay who’d rather be painting in Paris (“Next Time You See Me”), Etter’s sly, sensuous lines accumulate to sing out the delights and frustrations or real human life on the planet. And it’s a joy-ful noise: only Etter can get away with the grinning in “I’d love a slice of bread/ and all of you” (“Star Eyes”). One of Etter’s beloved jazzmen, Illinois Jacquet, makes a cameo appearance in this collection. But he’s got nothing on Illinois Etter, who blows some of the coolest, cooking-est poems on the scene. And as long as Etter keeps swinging, this country can’t help but have a song in it’s heart (land). Bravo-and Encore! — David Clewell

“Etter has done it again. Eye. Ear. Voice. Win. Place. Show. And the one who redeems the ticket is, as always, the reader.” — Bill Kloefkorn

“Since first reading Etter’s timeless Go Read the River, I have looked forward to, and been thankful for, each new collection. Next Time You See Me is another winner.” — Chris Halla

Published widely in the small press, Etter’s work is highly regarded. This collection contains strong poems about love, relationships, and human comedies. Excerpt:

We See

Then, finally, spring, / a strong girl now, / no weak sister / teasing us between / cold snaps and snow showers, / came galloping through / the green tongues of grass, / her dress above her ears / in the lusty wind, / her naked breasts / gold wildflowers / swelling in the sun.

Wolfsong is a publisher of contemporary poetry. Limited, signed copies of Wolfsong books are available upon special request. Address all inquiries to: Wolfsong Publications 3123 South Kennedy Drive Sturtevant, Wisconsin 53177

Next Time You See Me by Dave Etter, 1997, 34 pp. $12 – Please contact Wolfsong Publications via if you are interested in buying this chap.

Water by Chris Halla


is an impressive book. Halla has written a beautiful, moving portrait of small-town river life — fishing, swimming, rafting, plus lots about islands, marsh grass, mud, wildflowers, the girls of summer and all the rest of the things that lure us to moving water. I thought of Tom Sawyer and his Hannibal buddies — and of Becky Thatcher and Aunt Polly, too. The long title poem is superb, the gem of the collection. — Dave Etter

Here are poems which make a quiet memoir of a childhood and adolescence spent and then revisited on the Fox River. They are full of love, beauty, loss and poignancy. — John Judson

There’s the river of birth and the river of no return. Time is a river. So is life, love, hope. Rivers to cross, rivers to run. You name it … white river, black river, red river. It names us. It finds us: the poet, the painter, the singer, the reader. Every writer loves a river. Thoreau on the Concord, Twain on the Mississippi, Hemingway on the Big-Two Hearted, Derleth on the Wisconsin. The river is in our blood. This is Chris Halla’s river: the Fox. Listen to its song. Watch it flow. Know the darkness and the light. Give yourself to water. His river will carry you home.– Norbert Blei

The highlight is the nine stanza “Water” poem that shows the author’s close relationship to his young life on and near Lake Butte des Morts, Oshkosh, WI. Other poems are about love, girls, and rafting on the river. Excerpt:

“ Every time I touch water, / each time I cross it, / I imagine my kin, / the fish that swim below its surface, / the crayfish that shoot in and out / from under rocks and submerged branches, / the turtles that sun on decayed logs.”

Wolfsong is a publisher of contemporary poetry. Limited, signed copies of Wolfsong books are available upon special request. Address all inquiries to: Wolfsong Publications 3123 South Kennedy Drive Sturtevant, Wisconsin 53177

Water by Chris Halla, 1994, 26 pp. $12 – Please contact Wolfsong Publications via if you are interested in buying this chap.

On Lake Winnebago


Chopping Ice on Lake Winnebago

With each thunk of the chisel
the white/blue ice chips catch the sun
and glint in cascades of light

On the lake shore
smothered in dents
a minnow bucket is tossed on end
abandoned in dull brown rocks.

I feel the north wind thrust through my parka
The trees crack as the horizon gives in to the cold.

Ice shantys checker the lake
Inside bearded fishermen lean over cards
and pot-bellied stoves throb and glow.

As I chop the ice shoves to shore
tearing itself to shards
The shoreline ruffles itself
like a man pulling up his collar.

On Lake Winnebago is a collection about life and nature of the water and nearby areas.

5 USD – Check/cash only – payable to Wolfsong Pubs., 3123 S. Kennedy Dr., Sturtevant, WI 53177 USA. query: – Allow 2 weeks. Provide complete street mailing address. Buy 3 get the 4th one free