this means nothing, 2019. Edition of 36.
this means nothing is about displaced affection, stagnant unrest, and the spiraling vacancy that turned to madness. This book marks my return to letterpress printing. The seven poems were written over the course of five years of marriage and printed during my separation and divorce.
The text is set in Univers and pressed to Arches BFK Rives and Cover paper stock on an 8x10 Kelsey press housed at the IPRC in Portland, Oregon. The one-page signatures are bound by coptic stitch. The main “snake parts” and waxing/waning moon illustrations were carved in lino and printed by hand (and spoon) in my teeny, tiny trailer. Leftover paper scraps were used to make bookmarks, some featuring the deckle edge. The mix CD was meticulously curated, abiding by High Fidelity logic, from all the songs to which I cried my heart out. Limited edition, one-inch buttons were designed and made especially for my business launch. This is the most personal collection of poetry I have ever released and the debut work for Poet Ray Prints.
