I Made a Poetry Zine

My library's printing service is called princh (like the Grinch), which is very entertaining to me personally, but it's also very smooth and beautiful to use. You tap the special little screen attached to the photocopier, you check a preview of your image, and then you slam on the plus button and get yourself ten glorious copies. Perfect technology.

A collection of zines piled together on a scanner bed. The front cover is a collage with a man's face and the text "big feelings".

This is how I completed my new zine, a small poetry pamphlet with three poems inside, and some collage and illustration. I'll be honest with you, I only really like the last poem - but this was a challenge I set myself, to make a quick zine in one day, and I did it. So it doesn't matter too much how good the poems are, they just needed to exist. And one out of three ain't bad!

A poem called "magic" reads: "the cauldron is full of dreams, and they burst over and over, and the slick surface laughs - great, pretty memory and foggy glowing pains mingle as ever - the sludge is a spell - cast it well". A simple drawing of a witch illustrates it.

I read somewhere online, the other day, right after I had started crafting my zine, that it was zine month, but I can't find any evidence of that now, and I don't remember where I saw it. It just has to be zine year, zine life, zine minute in my heart, I guess. Somebody said this... it was real.

A poem title "queen" reads: "bagged, the biggest woman, sour as a bulldog, calls in her sleep for a long gone cousin - fire-hearted, hands clasped, her lace turns stale. - replace me before I die, in the throes of soiled spirit - gumption and the gulf between and around an upturned empire keeps us turning, aluminium figures - names all wrong on our tongues". An illustration of a man sticking out his long tongue illustrates it.

It's been some time since I've made a zine, so it's really nice to do it again and see that familiar, satisfying, grey photocopy texture. I used random words pulled from the newspaper (the Metro), to title each poem, which was a fun little prompt exercise, and the combination of newspaper cuttings, a few printed words, and of course, drawings... worked really nicely.

Illustrations of two cherubs and two snipers sit above a poem titled "targets". The poem reads: two cherubs sit by the lake, dipping their toes in the water - two snipers watch their delight, beautiful moment for slaughter."

I have these transparent plastic sticky notes that I used to overlay some drawings on top of other elements, and that turned out to have a really nice layering effect. You can see the edges of these notes in some places, so they cast interesting little shadows of light texture.

The back of a zine features a drawing of a dog. Text reads: "don't be sad - mothcub".

Yeah. I like my zine. And I believe I should make more.

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