|Leeking Ink #34
TABLE OF CONTENTS
February Werewolves in Middle-Age
March Song of the Spring Peeper
April Avian Politics
June The Pastor and the Atheist
July Like Ramen Left Out in the Rain
August Please Don't Ask Me to Bring the Snacks*
September Grief and the Problem with Tenses
October Lucid Waking
November Fuck You, 2016
I have no idea how to introduce this issue. 2016's motto should probably
be, "WTF just happened?" I know I didn't capture that, nor did I capture
much daily minutiae. Here's a sample what you won't find in the issue:
None of these things represent the year, yet all of them do. This is
part of what has made this year so difficult. Everything is important and
nothing is important. There is an omnipresent unreality. There are
protests in North Dakota trying to protect water and sacred lands, fascism
and violence are sanctioned by our "leaders," children are being
bombed in Aleppo, and climate change is threatening global ecosystems.
All of these things have to be stopped. Many of us are trying. And yet,
daily life goes on regardless.
- The move last year was one of the best decisions we ever made.
- The house is a project, a sanctuary, and some days it is therapeutic.
- I so enjoy coming home to Patrick, Garnet, my parents, and the
animals each night.
- I find the mouthfeel of most fruits disgusting.
- Reading keeps me sane and much of my reading is done while
commuting and cleaning the house/yard (audiobooks).
- The chickens continue to delight me and, in December, we
adopted two hamsters, Chelsea and Squiggle.
- The roof was replaced in August, something that I've been intensely
grateful for with the increasingly intense weather.
- Patrick made two sets of shed doors and a small exterior door
and the landscaping is starting to mature.
- I figured out how to make vegan suet for the wild birds.
- Saturday evening is often my favorite moment in the week.
Patrick, Garnet, and I routinely pile onto the couch to eat dinner
and watch a movie.
- Garnet recently discovered MST3K.
- I want to write a novel, but I am scared it will be terrible.
- I attempt to respect people's privacy by not writing about them
or at least not naming names.
- Soup might be my favorite food.
- One of the best perks about my job is having an in-house mailroom
and being able to ship at the UPS rates work receives.
- I make to-do lists constantly. I have list rituals. The only reason
you are reading this is that it was on a list.
- This issue contains 8,488 words.
This zine isn't important, yet I felt the need to make it. There is something
comforting about making things.
The feeling of powerlessness is overwhelming some days. Other days
I recognize that I can do one small thing for someone and that is about
all I have to offer. It is still something.
Today, what I have to offer is this zine, which remains a lengthy letter