Reviewed on 11/19/2024 ★★★★☆ “Rain, First Morning” is an urban reflection on alienation and the inability to reconcile. Klink immerses the poem’s grey atmosphere in rain, dissolving the city’s people, where “the shapes of our bones [become hazy].” She contrasts human struggles with the rain’s stillness — “hushed/ drumming that stays past the grave/ surge … Continue reading Review: “Rain, First Morning” by Joanna Klink