My Fingernails Are Fresnel Lenses starts with the line: “In 2005, Japanese scientists confirmeda long held suspicion that the human body emanates detectable light.” What follows is a heartbreaking assessment of what it means to remember, what it means to forget, and how you share that with the people you love. A pocket-sized treatise on the neuroscience of memory, the physiology of photons, and the inevitability of loss: it’s the romance of science and the science of romance. It features ten stark, visceral, emotive two-color illustrations by Mary Goldthwaite and a single poem in nine stanzas by Chris Fritton.

It was letterpress-, linocut- and risograph-printed, and handbound with a 5-hole chain stitch of yellow Irish linen thread in a limited edition of 250 at Directangle Press with technicalassistance by Josh Dannin.