-Luisa A. Igloria, author of Maps for Migrants and Ghosts; Poet Laureate of Virginia, Emerita

How I see myself in the tender ache reflections of the world blooming in these poems. McDonald's Teaching a Wild Thing is a landscape of personal grief, while being found in a heron wing, tuft of bobcat, chrysalis, crab, "the space between ladybugs and petal." This collection is an almanac of heart, supplication and prayer- "feeling/ for an answer somewhere/...a place/ that smells like home." With the essence of Mary Oliver and conservationist Beatrix Potter, McDonald is a mother of other kingdoms, her poems "a flower that has bloomed on your tongue alone."

-Kai Coggin, author of Mining for Stardust, Incandescent, and Wingspan

Even as McDonald writes "this language is impossible" she articulates the abstract into the
visceral and sensual, "I am holy thighs / a strawberry swelling / mint leaves floating / in peach
tea." A literacy of wildness peppers the pages: "lion's mane," "gills tender lamella," "mountain mint and milkweed." In Teaching a Wild Thing, Kindra McDonald is as vulnerable in her experience of agony as she is in hope.

-Angela Dribben, author of Everygirl

In Teaching a Wild Thing, Kindra McDonald blurs the line between the human and natural worlds, creating a oneness that reveals we are also wild things-fraught, at the mercy of disaster, in need of comfort. These poems lay bare the darkness of loss but always search for hope and, ultimately, discover a sort of fulfillment in caring for the small everyday blooms and creatures McDonald calls us to treasure. There is much to learn here. Follow the poet's "instructions for joy," and this collection will linger.

-Cynthia Marie Hoffman, author of Call Me When You Want to Talk about the Tombstones