A zine fest: in a skatepark, the room is filled with tables from wall to wall where people wearing masks look at zines.

messages and miracles from the grave


A funny thing happened at Zine Club on Tuesday. I was sitting in the library, chatting with Chez and Heather, when two new folks showed up with a shoebox chock-full of zines to share. That isn’t too unusual, as from time to time someone will search “zines in Kansas City” or see a post on the library’s instagram and turn up for a meeting or two…