Pictorial Radio Show: The Zine is a more lowkey zine I’ve started making just to kind of show some recent things I’ve created, talk about how I’m feeling, etc! This is the first-ever issue!
Publication Date: March 17, 2020
Includes contributions from Ashlee Craft, opulenceartmvmt, Gabriella Rosie, Nikki Cee, Marisol Muro, peteyhana, Mitch Sims, treasure_troll, partieworm/partyworm, Clara Fridolin Biller, dis._.grace, heem.black, & more!
TABLE OF CONTENTS
minimalism is dead 4 / world’s best flamingo hat 5 / your mental health is valid 6 / I create my own magic 7 / GAY AF 8 / I secretly know what I am supposed to be doing 9 / rainbow NYC 10 / jar of sunlight 11 / protect trans kids 12 / when the door opens 13 / fairyland is real 22 / the opulence of childhood 23 / grumpy banana 24 / in pursuit of magic 25 / area 31 26 / pink hallway into a surreal sponge world 27 / not a boy, not a girl 28 / every day is rainbow day 29 / whimsical world riddles 30 / birthday elephants 32 / when life gives you lemons 33 / worm on a string makeup 34 / if you drive far enough, you’ll find a sunny day 35 / non-binary visibility 36 / exuberance is important 37 / red sky at night 38 / lucky duck 39 / full house 40 / how are your omens? 41 / the nakedness of my soul scared me 42 / mental health protip #1 43 / sheep of a different color 44 / you do not want to be in the soil 46 / rockin’ twink energy 49 / I’m not a late bloomer, I’m just not interested 50 / true story: me mum wouldn’t get me a dump truck for my birthday (chrissie the orange) 51 / a (micro) interview with Michael Sheen 54 / broken love scenes (short story) 55 / be your own jeeves 58 / it doesn’t even matter if they like you or not 59 / they/them 60 / wonder boa 62 / queer confidence 65 / fashion icon: heem.black 66 / carnival pizza 68 / hamlet’s resignation letter 69 / the magic is in you 70 / the universe loves me, win or lose 71 / traveling home 72
Publication Date: November 2, 2019
I must figure out how to reconcile what is & what was,
what was never meant to be & the relief that was always fated to
become the cure, & turn the teardrops into
pieces of glitter, & each glinting blade
into gold, & figure out what to do now
that I have done what was maybe impossible
in the eyes of myself ten years ago
but I am here;
I am fucking here,
& I must figure out who to be
now that I have broken through the brick wall
& seen there is light on the other side too
Publication Date: October 3, 2019
Issue 15 of Ashlee Craft’s weird, avant-garde, & beautiful art, poetry, & design magazine, “Assemblage”.
CONTENT TABLE //
what shall I do today? / look at all the owls / I am very proud of myself / birthday 20-14 / the significance of a bit of joy / don’t kiss their ass (short story) / remember to feel good / favorite character of the month: miles maitland (bright young things, 2003) / fun fun fun / tim & jan: hobbies / bestower of joy / flower transplanted from darkness into light / a motivational sloth: you have what it takes / dichotomy / live better / that label doesn’t apply anymore / build body & mind like a collection of files or facts / feelin gay / entire cycle heart heart heart / I thought you expected more from me / every tuesday hugging myself / beautiful & strange & HERE (poem) / protective embrace (from all the crap they try to stifle you with) / resignation letter (poem) / work work work work work – / tired, so tired / rescind / a pink-red flamingo (cover image) / math & science / vulnerability: the crying circus strongman / what matters more? / owls saved & nurtured / 00:00 it all begins again again / bus facade (short story) / note to self: (it’s tough, but you become a badass) / orange hair badass, or Anais Nin quote
Publication Date: July 19, 2019
lions on a gray beach
with my shield of hard rock I went out to try & face the gray
but even it was washed away like waves kissing the sand with death
leaving me stranded & naked on the cold gray shore
alone, alone, alone,
yet: I had never been as close to being washed, numb & fading,
into the ocean as I had always feared I had been
was I near the edge? Yes.
but there was always an invisible barrier, somewhere in front of me
lovingly presiding over my fears
& never allowing them to cut me as deeply as they seemed capable of?
I still enclosed tinder deep inside me
meant to turn my meager slivers of happiness
Publication Date: July 25, 2019