Jenica Lodde's debut collection of poems is a contemplative ode to sorrow. If night had a song it would be low and quiet, soft enough to let you dream, touched by just enough light to remind you of the morning. If night had a voice it would speak like these poems, gentle reminders that there is beauty in the shadows. Written as a rebellion against the stigma that tries to silence the voices of internal suffering, these meditations on the inner landscape cut right to the core of what it means to struggle and survive, to "rise up from the center, a dome of mist."
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