In Shattered, Terry Hauptman utters a collective wail, a lamentation, and a cry of rage. Collective because she creates with Lorca, Neruda, Thelonius Monk, Joy Harjo, Yehuda Halevi (and many others), leaping across cultures and languages. Yet the voice in these chants is distinctly Hauptman's own: ecstatic, full-throated. She sings the Blackmoon, the Bloodmoon; she conjures a hyacinth fire of tears; she mourns and curses, and calls for peace in calamitous times.