The poems of <i>My Wilderness</i> often take place on the wooded hillside in Oregon where Maxine Scates has lived since the mid-1970s. They chronicle how the woods, which were once a refuge, have turned into a landscape of change where trees once numerous are now threatened by storm and the presence of the humans who live among them. These poems also engage her partner's threatening illness, the death of her closest friend, and the death, at age one hundred, of her mother, an indomitable figure who led Scates through a working-class childhood in Los Angeles fraught with domestic violence. Grounded in the shifting borders of migrations and extinctions plant, animal, and human, of memory and grief, <i>My Wilderness</i> inevitably asks us to consider not only our own mortality but also our impact on the world around us.<br><br><br><b>Excerpt from "Dear Maple"</b><br><br> Nothing<br>will save you now unless the small branches<br>sprouting like a halo from your eight-foot stump<br>take hold. The young women at the Farmer's Market<br>are already selling the most beautiful turnips,<br>glowing like pearls, and all spring the swale<br>of camas shone blue in the morning light. How<br>can any of us know what will save us?