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Melt the Ice


I wanted to share some zine resources I’ve gathered to help melt the ICE: free zines that you can print at home (or at the library. or at work. or at school.) and share with your neighbors (and friends. and in little free libraries. and with pen pals. and on community message boards at your favorite cafes.) Some are by me, and the rest have their creators linked.




All Nines


January feels, simultaneously, like the beginning of the year… and a moment of reflection and contemplation before the year’s true start come spring… and part of an endless continuum that stretches on and on. I’m trying to cultivate the feeling that this image of rabbits that I found on tumblr gives me: a silk-soft, cozy warmth, a sleep ripe for dreaming. Hibernation. But, that being said, somehow my calendar has already filled up for January. Time stops for no mouse! When I reset my altar at the start of the month, I drew a card from my favorite deck (the Slow Holler tarot) to represent my year: the 9 of Vessels, […]


A pile of zines on top of a sketchbook

perzine prompts to help cure your writer’s block


Today I wanted to share with y’all the different tactics that helped me bust through writer’s block as I crafted my latest zine, catmothcrow three, and a few prompts that helped shape the final form this zine took. Part of writing zines is dealing with writer’s block, but hopefully these tips and ideas will help the block be more of a tiny hurdle you can skip on over, rather than some sort of massive labyrinth that leaves you feeling lost.


A stack of sketchbooks and journals

my many journals


Like many zinesters, I’m a journaler. A daily diarist, note-taker, recorder, and doodler. If I don’t write something down I tend to forget it, and while I rarely re-read my diaries, there’s just something about the act of writing that helps the memories gel. Which is all just to say that I’ve got a pretty sizeable collection of journals that I work out of.


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…