I don’t usually venture into the world of chapbook fabrication outside of the Dusie kollektiv, but I took a few weeks to make Paul a chapbook for Christmas. I sketched these critters over and over until they mildly resembled animals.
- o right where you are
- We look like hats on our heads.
- whose thoughts are whose chewing in murky glaze
- pair of owls glasses / hapless arbitrators
- the one spoonbill I keep going flamingo, flamingo to
- stir / yr breaking up
- Off park lamps fall things of bugs
