a place for zinesters - writers and readers
Hi! My first zine was cranked off the Xerox in ‘98. But to trace further back, I started making zines in 2nd grade for my school library’s annual bookmaking contest. I’ve been swooning since – print, serifs, inkstained hands, handlettering, fibers of great paper, the smell of a typewriter warm from gearing words – can't get enough.
I dared myself to write a book at the turn of the century. I never imagined the work going into it, but I’ve carried it with me daily, clutched it tight, sans computer, writing on scraps, typing it out on library time, and I’m excited to introduce my firstborn in its tangible, paperback form.
Self-education and kindness are the fuels to my fire. I also dig graffiti, propaganda, stickers, alone time, indie publishing, the color orange, the number eight, and cartoons with a tall lanky female villain or a St Bernard. I specialize in planting elaborate anonymous projects, and you might find some if you're in Oregon. I didn’t have a lot growing up, but I was one of the most generous kids you’d ever meet. I’m trying to be more like that kid. I collect slang and it’s bound to slip out in conversation. I love when people read to me, I’ll listen forever. And I believe strongly that hugs are how we robots recharge.