Novelist or spy?
This full-length poetry collection was my thesis project for my MFA degree. Alas, it remains unpublished. (Publishers: call me. Actually, don't call me. Email!) What is it "about"? The hell if I know. If I had to sum up: it is an unrequited love letter to Oakland, an elegy for ghosts, a spell cast with the intention of summoning magic in feral cities, a defense of the narrative lyric, a wallowing in nostalgia, and a documentary of 9/11 and the Bush years through the lens of a broken fairytale. You should read it!
This is a teensy little chapbook that I wrote. It was typeset and printed by me on a vintage Vandercook letterpress in a spooky book arts studio inhabited by ghosts and fumes.
This chapbook was also designed and typeset by hand by moi with moveable lead type–56 pages' worth! My goodness. It takes its structure from Beethoven's Pathétique piano sonata and contains a poem called "Baseball Season" that has nothing to do with baseball, as well as a poem called "Elegy" which is, in fact, an elegy for Elliott Smith.
A flag book I made for a section from my long poem Tributary, the entirety of which can be found within Persistent World.