Carter G Walker
“ … Literature is a form of fondness-for-life. It is love for life taking verbal form,” wrote George Saunders. And I believe it’s true. I write because I am happy. I write because I am sad. So much so, these two things—the happy and the sad—that my skin cannot hold them in. I write because I am lonesome, because I was born that way. I write because I am afraid and still stronger than I know sometimes. I write to mark the passage of time and to appreciate every last thing that can be noticed by the human body. I write to remember, to let go, to hold tight. I write to show gratitude. I write to honor what cannot be understood. I write to love as best I can and to cry out at injustice. I write because I am a mother and a child, a lover and a friend. I write to grasp at my own human-ness, and yours too. I write because I don’t know any other way.
"Protect This Place"
We Take Our Stand
Montana Writers for Public Lands ● May 2017
"It could be any season here. The hills always golden, the clouds swept like a scatter of bones across a pale sky. The grasses blow this way, then that, waves in an ochre sea. When the wind is loud it smells sharp with juniper. When there is barely a breeze, I smell sage. ...
Whitefish Review ● December 2015
"I slipped my arm through Joe’s as soon as the hollow metal door slammed behind us. We didn’t say anything as we crossed the street but the cold wind urged us closer together. There were a hundred reasons Joe could have loved me if he had wanted to, but holding on to him in that moment was probably all it took. ..
"Carter [Walker’s] 'Circle, Montana' is destined to become a Montana classic; her rendering of contemporary reservation life is beautifully illuminated, as casually perfect as the prose of James Welch’s; one is barely even aware that one is reading, and is instead inhabited by the sensation of living. In my book, there’s no higher goal or accomplishment, in literature." -- Rick Bass, guest editor, Whitefish Review issue #18
© 2017 Carter G. Walker