In the haunting verses of Some of the Children Were Listening, Lauren Sanderson creates a space, where darkness and truth collide.
Through a voice remarkably youthful yet undeniably resolute, these poems emerge from slumber, perched on stairs, keenly eavesdropping on a world not crafted for their ears.
The pages unfold swiftly, revealing the raw violence of nature, and the nature of violence itself.
With seamless transitions between the personal and the universal, Sanderson delves into realms beyond mere observation, where the forests tremble at the echoes of girls' screams, and every daughter reigns as a powerful king.
