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transcribedcomicszines(Transcriber's Note: I have attempted to contact both creators to get permission to transcribe this poetry zine, and gotten no response. Since neither it nor its contents seem available anywhere that I can find, I have chosen to transcribe it for posterity unless requested by either creator to remove it.)
Front Cover
my heart beats in seismic waves
Sara Makiya & Sara Paige
This poetry zine is printed in black and white, with metallic silver accents added by hand, most likely with gel pen. It is very short, two folded 8.5 x 11 heavyweight sheets, folded in half with two holes punched at the seam, bound with cotton string tied in a bow. The title is written in sinuous script in both black and silver, and the cover holds a circular image of a silver moon rising over a night time forest and a mountain, against a starry sky and a silver and white meteor. It was made in 2018.
Pg. 1
Text (in the looping script):
I am a universe contained, varied and diverse
thoughts and perceptions orbit around
my consciousness; so when it seems
I am not all here,
Image: a humanoid figure stands with a disembodied floating Saturn for a head, outlined in silver and making a graceful gesture. It is surrounded by celestial rays of silver and orbiting planets and moons, some also inscribed with silver. The effect is otherworldly, celestial.
Text:
my mind is probably somewhere
caught up in
the stratosphere
Pg. 2
Text (in stark block capitals):
I BUILD WALLS AROUND MYSELF
LETTING OBLIVION
KEEP ME CONFINED
WITHIN MY OWN
LIMITATIONS
Image: a black-haired female figure holds a box, which contains a smaller black-haired female figure, curled up in a lonely ball inside. There is no silver.
Pg. 3
Image: a graceful woman holds a hand to her face thoughtfully, staring out at the viewer. Her cascade of silver-inscribed wavy hair floats upward, vanishing out of the top of the page. She wears a silver bracelet, and her forehead is emblazoned with silver sparkles and a crescent moon. The text, back in script, trails down her side.
Text:
i am studded with stars and black holes...
Pg. 4
Text (in neither block caps nor the sinuous script, this appears more like ordinary block handwriting):
I am like water. you drank me in when you were in the desert of your life and I seemed to be the thing you needed to quench yourself. but after you sipped me down and [blank space] me out, I remembered that i am not small droplets contained by a paper cup, easy to swallow - no. I am like the ocean - fantastical, dark, deep, torrential. I can cause destruction and slip through fingers.
Image (partially covering the poem from "small droplets" down): black lines inscribe a rectangular space within the page--meant to represent a cup, perhaps? WIthin are swirls of water, seaweed, and cascading wavy hair from the female figure who sits within, staring calmly out at the viewer. She is not trapped like the woman in the box; this oceanic underworld is her home, and she is comfortable here. There is no silver.
Pg. 5
Text (in block caps, curving down the side of the image):
PERHAPS I AM A WOLF
HOWLING AT THE MOON
Image:
A circle partially inscribes the silhouette of a howling wolf, bordered in silver. Black rays radiate from the wolf, and within its form are geometric horizontal patterns: zigzags, triangles, arrows.
Pg. 6
Text (in script):
We live on like trees.
These lifelines accumulate
like rings around our core,
When the day comes
that we are
no more,
We
will
live on
in
different
forms.
Image (going down the side of the text): a tree trunk, gnarled with boles and whorls, with just the barest glint of silver leaves at the ends of its otherwise naked branches. This is a tree entering the hibernation of winter... or perhaps just coming out of it.
Pg. 7 (back cover)
Text (in block caps):
SOMEHOW
GOING FURTHER AWAY
HAS BROUGHT ME
A BIT
CLOSER
TO MYSELF.
Image: a stark black horizon, toped by a silver-bordered mountain. The silver moon hovers above, small and remote.
Text (in script, with leaf decorations):
Art by Sara Makiya
@figmentsofpigments [on Instagram]
Words by Sara Paige
@paigesofpoetry [on Instagram]
Front Cover
my heart beats in seismic waves
Sara Makiya & Sara Paige
This poetry zine is printed in black and white, with metallic silver accents added by hand, most likely with gel pen. It is very short, two folded 8.5 x 11 heavyweight sheets, folded in half with two holes punched at the seam, bound with cotton string tied in a bow. The title is written in sinuous script in both black and silver, and the cover holds a circular image of a silver moon rising over a night time forest and a mountain, against a starry sky and a silver and white meteor. It was made in 2018.
Pg. 1
Text (in the looping script):
I am a universe contained, varied and diverse
thoughts and perceptions orbit around
my consciousness; so when it seems
I am not all here,
Image: a humanoid figure stands with a disembodied floating Saturn for a head, outlined in silver and making a graceful gesture. It is surrounded by celestial rays of silver and orbiting planets and moons, some also inscribed with silver. The effect is otherworldly, celestial.
Text:
my mind is probably somewhere
caught up in
the stratosphere
Pg. 2
Text (in stark block capitals):
I BUILD WALLS AROUND MYSELF
LETTING OBLIVION
KEEP ME CONFINED
WITHIN MY OWN
LIMITATIONS
Image: a black-haired female figure holds a box, which contains a smaller black-haired female figure, curled up in a lonely ball inside. There is no silver.
Pg. 3
Image: a graceful woman holds a hand to her face thoughtfully, staring out at the viewer. Her cascade of silver-inscribed wavy hair floats upward, vanishing out of the top of the page. She wears a silver bracelet, and her forehead is emblazoned with silver sparkles and a crescent moon. The text, back in script, trails down her side.
Text:
i am studded with stars and black holes...
Pg. 4
Text (in neither block caps nor the sinuous script, this appears more like ordinary block handwriting):
I am like water. you drank me in when you were in the desert of your life and I seemed to be the thing you needed to quench yourself. but after you sipped me down and [blank space] me out, I remembered that i am not small droplets contained by a paper cup, easy to swallow - no. I am like the ocean - fantastical, dark, deep, torrential. I can cause destruction and slip through fingers.
Image (partially covering the poem from "small droplets" down): black lines inscribe a rectangular space within the page--meant to represent a cup, perhaps? WIthin are swirls of water, seaweed, and cascading wavy hair from the female figure who sits within, staring calmly out at the viewer. She is not trapped like the woman in the box; this oceanic underworld is her home, and she is comfortable here. There is no silver.
Pg. 5
Text (in block caps, curving down the side of the image):
PERHAPS I AM A WOLF
HOWLING AT THE MOON
Image:
A circle partially inscribes the silhouette of a howling wolf, bordered in silver. Black rays radiate from the wolf, and within its form are geometric horizontal patterns: zigzags, triangles, arrows.
Pg. 6
Text (in script):
We live on like trees.
These lifelines accumulate
like rings around our core,
When the day comes
that we are
no more,
We
will
live on
in
different
forms.
Image (going down the side of the text): a tree trunk, gnarled with boles and whorls, with just the barest glint of silver leaves at the ends of its otherwise naked branches. This is a tree entering the hibernation of winter... or perhaps just coming out of it.
Pg. 7 (back cover)
Text (in block caps):
SOMEHOW
GOING FURTHER AWAY
HAS BROUGHT ME
A BIT
CLOSER
TO MYSELF.
Image: a stark black horizon, toped by a silver-bordered mountain. The silver moon hovers above, small and remote.
Text (in script, with leaf decorations):
Art by Sara Makiya
@figmentsofpigments [on Instagram]
Words by Sara Paige
@paigesofpoetry [on Instagram]
