My friend, Krayna Castelbaum, and I both write. I produce novels with hundreds of pages,

Krayna with some of her books   [email protected]

Krayna, poems, sometimes only a few words, all the more precious for the books she makes to share them. With her own creative alchemy, Krayna transforms tea bags––yes, tea bags––into magical embodied poems, words inseparable from the substance of their pages. Holding one of her tiny books in your hand offers intimacy with the poem; each word takes on life and lures you into the symbols and colors and textures surrounding it. I fell in love with these books, never able to just read one and move on, but always called to linger. Krayna’s consistent generosity of spirit humbles me, and it comes through beautifully in these works of art which never dictate their meaning, but welcome discovery.