(((∞))) Mom with me Randi Volborg Conmy Birth Leaving resistance behind Warm liquid muffled glimpses Calling Not needing knowing Only craving…, More Then Thrusting out for more Almost like demanding more Gasping at more Emerging into more Slapped into breath and the presence of so much more. Hunger Embryonic fluid turning cold On skin Craving what was Withdrawal symptoms The womb is a universe. More than a metaphor Mothers naked reach…, touching Tasting salty sweaty skin Inhaling succulent...

— A Dr. Seuss-style Poem by hsh & A.I. CoPilot I write not in anger, but in rhythm and grace, To speak of a journey, a claim, and a place. From forests of Oregon to Galway’s grey skies, I’ve carried my truth, not in silence, but sighs. I came as a scholar, a poet, a guest, To study, to serve, to give Ireland my best. But systems misfired, and dignity strained— My claim for protection was doubted, disdained. Yet here in these pages, you’ll find what is true: A litany of justice, both...

(((*∞*))) ‘Our Lady Gaia’ in English, Irish and phonetically  ‘Ár Máthair Dhomhanda’ i mBéarla, i nGaeilge, agus go fóinéiteach PH: AW-r MAW-hir GHOWN-uh i MYALE-rah, i NYALE-guh, AH-gus guh FOH-nay-tchukh Standing Tree Nations The Redwood, the Birch, An Sequoia, an Bheit,   PH: un SUK-wee-uh, un VETCH   the Dogwood and the Olive, an Crann Madra agus an Olaiv,   PH:  un KRAHN MAH-drah AH-gus un OH-liv   and all of the rest agus gach uile cheann eile   PH: AH-gus gokh ILL-eh hyown EL-eh  ...