Claretta Holsey is a poet from the part of Georgia that sees no snow.

She speaks southern English, African American-vernacular English, post-secondary grad school English, and French.

She is minimally conversant in Jamaican Ebonics and near-native fluent in Pentecostal psalms and poet-speak.

Her work dabbles in each of these voices to talk about language—

its famines and its fantasies.