When I Make A Chapbook • by David Zieroth • 1

Hamilton Arts & Letters       When I make a chapbook, an individual, particular chapbook of someone’s poems, I like to feel the paper and the pencil crayon drawing that I have made on the cover, and I like to imagine these poems in the moment of their creation in the poet’s life, and I like to imagine them in the minds and hearts of the readers they reach. It’s a connected kind of experience that is somehow personal and yet impersonal.  As the pages are printed and as the signed covers return in the mail and are scored to allow for folding, as the pages are coloured (and colour adds life, my hand-drawn lines sometimes exact, sometimes not, like this life itself) and collated and stapled and stacked ready for trimming, the work is satisfying, soothing in the repetition, in its serious making, in the artisanal pleasure that accompanies working with paper and with beautiful words.    [  >>>>>   FORWARD ]   + [Distillate © HA&L + David Zieroth {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]