Often in the world you come across poems that aren’t really poems, like comic strips or panels. My Dad argues that these are not really literature but I think they are, otherwise The New Yorker wouldn't publish their brand of pithy visual comics.
Liana Finck's visual poems can be found in the magazine. And I recently saw in a copy of Bon Appetit (which a friend has gifted us), where she did a very interesting alternative take on the food pyramid.
She's also on Instagram and has done a graphic memoir. Yes please.
