“[H]ow do they bear this heat Who / knows who can say what will change,” Joanna Klink writes of this poem’s eponymous plant, also known as trumpet pitchers, as she explores our climate crisis and her relationship with her father in language that is both colloquial and catastrophic, meditative and urgent.
Two linked poems from Joanna Klink rummage through a failed relationship, struggling with the challenge of compassion, the violence of the outside world, and the wish to anchor both in something true.