Eyes Moving Through the Dark

In these essays, each letter of the alphabet breathes and lives, even the ghost letters, the ancient runes still whispering and inviting us to listen closely to what we have lost but also to what remains. Infused with a love of language and of place, Woolfitt's lyrical meditations reckon with the complex inheritance of both-language that holds as much cruelty as wonder, the place of Appalachia that holds histories of resilience and stewardship as well as Cherokee internment camps and ecological