vessels for recording a life

Sometimes it takes me a year to fill a journal, sometimes a month. My month in Split, Croatia, made my handwriting tinier and tinier and still made my last journal spill over a bit. Split stole my heart, expanded my lungs, and surrounded me with new a new kind of poetry.


I already know this is a place I will return to, time and time again. Sometimes you simply feel at home. And sometimes you feel like you’ve found paradise. When the two coincide, it’s not half bad.

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I recorded my life from 9.3.2017 to 13.6.2019 on the pages of these books, with a varying intensity. The greater the urgency, the smaller the letters & more words, I guess. I had fooled myself to think there was still one more blank book waiting for me, but no, no more blank pages were to be found in my signature size and style, so I had to direct a different kind of urgency to binding myself a new stack of journals. Last night I glued the final endpaper and today I can start putting down words I had to hold back.

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If you’d like to have something similar, there’s still some notebooks with bunny endpapers available in my shop! If you’re into bigger blank pages, there’s a couple of larger ones, too! I also have a few new books in the works, so maybe soon I can share some gold+linen beauties with you. Still finding my bearings and balancing bookbinder life with inspired poet life, so do be patient with me my dears. I’ve missed you and I’m glad to say this quick hello after a long quiet period.