The opening words of Language of the Crow bring us into the middle of an assertion of absence and endurance: “… And so i must carry on without you.” The line, which suits the mood for this entire year of longing and adaptation, sets the tone for the rest of the text, an exploration of major shifts and growth through short, free-verse dispatches that explore and praise divinity, roots, water, blood, flesh, fluidity, and embodiment.
- Teri Henderson (Bmore Art)
