From the recording Incarnata

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Pokeberry Letter is a Southern Gothic poem-song rooted in ancestral memory, whispered danger, and the gravity of unspoken words. Silvia Passiflora's signature storytelling and sincere vocal tone shine through, accompanied by Daniel "Mudcat" Dudeck's evocative slide guitar and Wendy Dumond's ghostly harmony. The sonic texture mirrors the aching beauty of a voice reaching across time and distance.

Inspired by the fragility of letters carried by horseback, by foot, by hand—and the histories that depended on them—Pokeberry Letter conjures the spirit of Appalachian epistolary storytelling. Mixed and mastered in full 24-bit resolution, this version is offered as a Vinyl-Quality Master for deep listeners and collectors.

— A Silvia Passiflora 24-bit Uncompressed Master —
For Your Grammy® Consideration for Folk Album for "Incarnata" and as a stantalone single for American Roots Song

First released November 3, 2024, widely released June 19, 2025
Silvia Passiflora — vocals, banjo, lyrics, composition
Daniel "Mudcat" Dudeck — dobro
Wendy Dumond — harmony vocals
Silvia Passiflora — producer
Sean McPherson — mixing engineer, East Atlanta Recording
Marco Corales — mastering engineer, Atlanta
John Pineiro — remastering engineer, Perfect Image Recording, Nashville

ISRC: QT-48A-25-00004
UPC: 737558709696

Lyrics

Oh My Dearest One,
I'm gonna write you a letter
In pokeberry juice that Southern heat induced
Blood red pokeberry juice, uh huh

I squeezed it from the pokeberry
Put it in a crimson jar
Now I’m gonna write that letter
And send it from afar, uh huh

In the grove—a Civil War
Between the North and South
My heart and head torn asunder
Love’s a battlefield and I'm going under

There’s a battle to storm the fort
Who’s winning or falling short
Either way there’s fatalities
Arrows to the heart injuries, uh huh

All the things I want to say
I’ve laid it all bare on the page
Each and every word’s a berry stain
But I can no longer refrain
I love you, there I said it, I love you


Yours, I remain,
Yours yours yours