This is a book just put out by our good friend Elisabeth McKetta, with help from her good friend Troy Passey.
It combines lines of poetry--nonsequential, loosely related one to the next--and art in greyscale that combines words and scratches and sketches and shape into way more meaningful compositions than you might expect.
It is truly a beautiful book, and reminds me that books can be beautiful in a way that so many media cannot.
I read the entire thing the night I got home with it. And I look forward to reading it again. And again.