Excerpts from a Secret Prophecy

Joanna Klink’s new collection of poems, her fourth, delivers the read that reviewers promise:“poetry of bracing emotional intensity,” and “utterly lucid and breathtakingly urgent.” The workis a meditation on being alone and an exploration of both solitude and loneliness. Klink teaches in the Creative Writing Program at UM. From her poem Blizzard: “Snow fell that day as itfalls/constantly through sleep/lush drumming to nothing/waves of hard silver.”