Pothos

<p>Epipremnum aureum devil's ivy or (somewhat erroneously) pothos is not special. It is not symbolically useful it is not rare it is not hard to grow or care for. But in the aftermath of unexpected death an impossible-to-kill houseplant might have something to say about keeping going.</p><p><br></p><p>In <em>Pothos</em> Campbell traces a polyvocal narrative of loss absent presence and queer homemaking through a poetics of attention and an engagement with texts art music and the occasional hologram. Hovering somewhere between memoir prose poetry and essay <em>Pothos</em> examines the condition of being alternately infuriated bored and overwhelmed by grief - its mutability its opacity its refusals. It is a raw and nebulous exploration of mourning care and domesticity and the way in which the small background sentience of plants can (maybe) tell us something about our own growth.</p>