zines, again! (and recs, quotes, tweets)

Happy Monday, all. Today we’re going to talk about zines again.

In this newsletter:

  • News

  • Zines

  • Similes/metaphors I’ve read recently and loved

  • Tweets


I wrote an e-book!

Publishing Poems: An Easy Guide is exactly that: an easy guide to publishing poems. It’s 46 pages in total and made up of eight chapters:

  1. The Cover Letter

  2. The Bio

  3. Submitting for the First Time

  4. Formatting Your Poems

  5. Submission Fees

  6. Getting Paid for Your Writing

  7. Journals that Respond Quickly

  8. Applying to MFA Programs

I’ve learned so much from being a writer and editor these past few years, and I wanted to share my insights for those who are just starting to publish—hopefully, your learning curve is less steep than mine.

Anyways, you can buy it for $10 on my website.

I have a reading!

I’m reading with other really skilled writers this Friday at 8EST/5PST! Anyone’s welcome to join the Zoom. I’m really grateful to be included.

Okay, that’s it. Thanks for bearing with me.

Now, what’s a zine?

Great question! And one that these writers articulate far better than I ever could:

Zines are commonly cheaply-made and priced publications, often in black and white, mass-produced via a photocopier, and bound with staples. The accessibility of production allows zines to be a tool for community activism and empowerment […] [or] artistic vehicles for self-expression, social activism, and political criticism.

-Alexander Campos, Zines+ and the World of ABC No Rio

A zine offers a window into someone else’s fascinations without the clinical or academic distance that often comes in books and newspapers.

-Joe Biel, Make a Zine

So, what makes a zine distinct from a magazine, or a literary journal, or a chapbook? you ask.

From what I’ve learned (through much research, because I am intense and obsessive and can never ~just chill~): What differentiates a zine from any other printed publication is 1) it comes from a desire to build community, not profit and 2) it’s incredibly D-I-Y: it is put together from start to finish by its maker.

Indeed, the goal isn’t to make money, and zines never cost more than $10—and rarely ever even that. Zinesters write about what they’re interested in or can’t stop thinking about and hope to find a community of others with similar obsessions.

I, for instance, am obsessed with reading authors’ letters. That’s how the zine The Best Gay Shit Virginia Woolf Sent to Vita Sackville-West came to be. (And you’re welcome to print it out for free—just make sure to set your printer properties to “fit to paper” to ensure the spacing’s right.)

And here are some other zines I made this year—most of which I gave away to friends and family or left in little free libraries around town.

You can buy these three!


This one, too!


And here are some others:

Amid a crazy year, zinemaking has been a major source of joy for me.

And, if this interests you, you can find out a little more here:

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For most of us, this has been a difficult year. Or maybe a difficult start-to-the-decade, since we’re well into 2021 by now. Personally, I’m feeling increasing mental malaise, due mostly to the fact that—for the first time in my entire life—I’m not registered for classes. Yep. I have been in school since age two, and now, as of a few weeks ago, I have a …
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Hello & happy Tuesday, folks! In case anyone needs a refresher, since finishing my master’s last month, I’ve been getting into zines. Call it a gift or hamartia, but I’m utterly unable to just ~be~, always needing to “produce” something, even (or especially) when taking a break would be a better idea. Part of that is probably internalized capitalistic th…
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And here are the books I have about zines and bookmaking:

As always, I’ve been reading quite a bit—and I’m always on the lookout for good similes and metaphors.

Here are some recent ones I liked enough to jot down.


Cinch my love like a lit wick between your fingers.

-Amy Woolard

The moon white & wet as a bone showing / Through a wound.

-Amy Woolard

We want our hearts wrung out like rags & ground down / to Georgia dust.

-Yusef Komunyakaa

We were best friends—we knew that—but we didn’t talk about how the borders of our bodies had started to blur. In Classical Latin, costa meant “rib,” which, later, in Medieval Latin, came to mean “edge” or “coast,” the side of a stretch of land. We were walking the edge of a boundary neither of us would name. That night, her body slept against mine like the Atlantic against the Carolina coast.

-Julia Koets



Shadows lifted

from the streets, late February turning our hunger

into plums, ripe in our palms.

-Norma Liliana Valdez

A tongue to lick the salt

from your upper lip, the rosary of sweat

risen on your chest.

-Jessica Jacobs

If this summer is a body, / let me be its tongue.

-Jessica Jacobs

Sunlight throws / scythes against the afternoon.

-Yusef Komunyakaa

And, since you’re already here, some great tweets:

That’s it for today. Thanks for being here.

Hope you have a great week.