III:: memory text at night you can hear the swamps keening/ mourning their lost species/everything deserves some measure of fidelity, ...

©Paulette C Turcotte will she remember her name? will the child speak? will innocence hold? if the child wakens if you whisper your...

LITANIES I am the archangel of fire ascending the bone ladder, I am the sin-eater attending the sacred ruin, a trail of shadows.

DAWN I we wait by the window for your return there is no moon