On cold Mississippi nights, cigarettes, the fragmentation of memory, and longing.

“We pass it back and forth, fingers hardly touching, both desperate for the smallest bit of warmth on this bitterly cold night. And with each drag, these minutes we share grow shorter, our lungs darker, and the sky below which we stand glows with laughter — and the last of the dying ember.”

2015. Hand-cut lettering from stencils on machine-made cover-weight paper; various decorative papers, waxed linen thread, book board. Case binding structure. 6¼” x 3¼” x ¾" (closed)