The following posts appear in this issue of Stepping Stones Magazine:
I am glad that birds don’t remind me of people. I wouldn’tenjoythecatharsis. There are two exceptions though. One is the Small Blue Kingfisher, which stirs up the love I haveformy niece. The other – Spotted Owlets – that remind me of my maternal grandfather – MrClarence Motha.Unknowingly, hehas been the most influential person in my life. At one point, we had not exchanged a word for nearly 10 years. We even barely even saw other.
Like Leo Tolstoy once said, “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way”. What is happiness anyway? Normalcy? No thanks.
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We think this is a great article to share about the importance of zines and other small press publications as being viable outlets to writers.
It wasn’t reading the classics that convinced me to become a writer. My gateway drug to the world of letters was zines—cheap, photocopied, self-published magazines filled with their authors’ reflections on the world.
Over twenty years later I still remember some of the first zines I read in the early 1990s. There was Saucy, a thick zine from Cornwall featuring interviews with bands. There was a bilingual political zine from Hull, titled Moo in English and Meuh in French, where I first read about vegetarianism. And there was Design 816, full of personal essays, which I picked up when the author was visiting Ottawa from Chicago.
Cats love zines too!
From the first moment I encountered them, I became a zine obsessive. My suburban teen years were spent hunting these underground publications, picking them up on my trips to record stores and punk shows downtown. I…
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