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