Jo Bratten's debut poetry chapbook bubbles with anger and guilt at the failures of both spirit and body and a coming to terms with loss, for the natural passing of loved ones, and the unnatural passing of our planet's ecosystems. These poems offer solace: you are not alone - 'In the fractured dark we're all doomscrolling/before dawn, lit up like Caravaggios.' They offer the simplest kind of love: the joy that can be found within nature.
