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    Melodia
    Melodia
    Melodia
    Ebook55 pages17 minutes

    Melodia

    By Nona Lea

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    Poems and art of music, darkness, and dreams. Melodies that haunt, heal, and seduce. An eerie and lyrical journey through sound and silence. 

    Let Melodia stir the soul, awaken the past, and unleash the arcane. 
     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNona Lea
    Release dateApr 17, 2024
    ISBN9798224834648
    Melodia

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      Melodia - Nona Lea

      Nona Lea

      Melodia

      art & poetry

      Copyright © 2024 by Nona Lea

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission.

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      Contents

      Foreword

      Thank You

      Acknowledgements

      Unconditional Love

      Ancestral Sin

      Hallowed

      House of Teeth

      Earworms Enter Intrusively

      Chimera Fish

      Riddle Me This

      Tea Grotesque

      A Poet’s Prayer

      A Funeral Fire For The Fathers

      The Ugly Egg

      Itsy Bitsy Spider

      Gospeling

      How To Enchant A Woman

      Necromancy

      Never Ever Song

      Pitter-Patter

      Nesting Materials

      Lullaby Rot

      Community Park Haikus

      Song of the Old Gods

      Mockingbird

      Manifesto

      About the Author

      Foreword

      Potential readers, welcome to Melodia. Your guide for the journey there, Miss Nona Lea. Be prepared to follow her into wordy wilds where chopped-up syntax, curious spacing, bold typed phrases ["black magic saliva], Horror film imagery, woman worship erotica, repetition, nouns transmuting into verbs that weren’t meant to be verbs [This cathedral was your chrysalis. Now go moth."] share the same beautifully surreal landscape with a wandering half-cracked egg in search of belonging and red-capped gnomes. Free verse

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