A anti-ekphrastic microchap about the restless relationship between word and image.

With a handset, letterpress-printed cover; and two-ring, photo album-like binding, this sequence of poems measures in at 4.25” x 5.5”. Printed in an edition of 125.

sample page

the photo I don’t write about

is barking at the door forgive me the cube

of sugar I sneak in my palm to distract from what meat

it demands of me        wrapped in cloth         at least one

hot muscle is left in my mouth