This zine was a collection of community art focused around grieving the Pennywise Clearcut, outside of Quilcene, WA. We assembled this piece over a period of a few months, initiated and then finalized with Danielle’s editorial fervor, extremely beautiful submissions, and my layout engine working until it buckled, my organizing engine going so fast it started forest fires. We ended up with something pretty beautiful, in spite of my organizing mistakes, which were deal-breakers, and were able to showcase a lot of ritual writing, visual art, and even song– Shoutout to Swerve, Anri, Tom, Lynn, Anna, Thea, and many more. While I took myself out of the project, the group finished and released the zine.
it’s been a few years now, and i rediscovered this piece out of a box of precious punk junk: zines, stickers, posters, the creative over-flow of revolutionary dreams that, in spite of their deep stake of equal parts feeling and dogma, are probably doomed to change very little. perfect dead ends. something precious, addictive, and will get us stuck in another world. like fairy nectar. it’s rare that i find my/our own work in that box. maybe i don’t see myself as creating anything worthy of that beauty, of that space. the thing is, in spite of only half the time believing in faeries, i still end up in that world, in that dance. in that revolution. i’m not sure… maybe i put a lot of work in and then stepped aside. maybe i was over-stepping. but after that, i decided i wasn’t meant to move to quil. may that circle turn, from grief to life. may home find me.
MoonLit Fern 