Alone Tide, 2024
Handmade paper of abaca, thistle, pineapple, cotton blotters, and surely some other detritus. Bound with a coptic stitch. I cut individual words from a long poem of mine—then titled “Impossible Moat,” now titled “Welcome Eastern Shore of Virginia You Will Love Our Nature”—and threw them in the pulp. What came was a new poem, my own words and their order suddenly subverted (fate, God, entropy, I’m looking at you). It reminds me of marsh, muck, tides, cycles, nests, dilution, surrender. It was a necessary step in my revision process (you should be willing to do anything for the poem).
My Friends House, 2024
Simple maze book with poems about friends, as if the book were our house and we all lived in it. One side is outdoors and the other side (not pictured) is indoors. Features Will, Elise, Halley, Bunny, Laura, Kate, Dan, my mom.
Handmade paper samples (cotton, abaca, water hyacinth, banana, pineapple, thistle, mulberry, etc.) with corresponding tiny poems, Spring 2024
Journals I bound for Anna (green), me (grey), and Golden (brown), December 2023
my ~~~~love~~~~~is a ~~~~~New Year
hour glass made of ands
Quilts, 2023
Postcard book with 13 textual quilts inside, perforated for ease, in an edition of 15. The quilt poems are ideal for yapping, expressing confusion, reconnecting, apologizing, supernatural missives, marking time, affirming, promising yourself to someone, starting anew, etc. The book is meant to be mailed in 13 different directions until the book is gone….to spread yourself out . . ..to make contact !….
Impression Poem, 2023
Debossed letterpress print of a poem, bound in a square green book, in an edition of 4. The words are almost imperceptible, illuminated by certain slants of light. The poem extends throughout the book, and deals with naming colors and after-life.