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Wolfcraft howls the alphabet into full lettered meadows with poetics inscribed on "the slow tongue of bone." Narya Rose Deckard
delivers an intentional unfettered sensibility of craft embodied in voice that is decidedly female inside the beauty and juxtapositions of the
natural world. Vivid, intimate, symbolic, and incarnational language guides the reader to think about what it means to be fully human in exploring the fluidity
of de-colonizing personal exploration. This collection of poetry offers interrogations of vulnerability that are unapologetic reincarnations of
celebration.
- Jaki Shelton Green, Poet Laureate of North Carolina and author of Breath of the Song
Maybe not so much a woman who knows something more
but one who notices more, one who pays attention,
one who listens to her intuition, hears better
by listening to flowers tended by hands
long turned into the flowers they tended,
makes her ink a conduit for silenced voices,
giving language to knowledge that defies language,
each line a sensory delight, each word in touch
with truth on all the levels we've ever known.
-Scott Owens, author of eventually
