in the stranger's house in Bloomington, MN

A collection of autobiographical poems paired with 35mm film stills. The writing is stark, straight forward, while occasionally taking on a dreamlike, obfuscated state, which is mimicked by the imagery: winter landscapes, blurred in motion, chilling and somewhat bleak, but peaceful. The collection is part rumination on a continual journey of selfhood, part digestion of romantic endeavours that failed to germinate, and entirely a practice in emotional vulnerability.