I write poems and make printed objects. I'm thinking about how we value poems, and things like them, that are both hard to make and easy to share. Things that seem in some ways beyond notions of value, especially in the context of capital, but that are produced by artists living within capitalist structures. // Thinking too about proflections and value. This is a proflection.
I'll link here to a project I'm working on. Right now that’s the endearments, a series of anagrammatic poems made from the sweet words we call the people and creatures we love.