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#36
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Dec
2018
Dear Readers and Moon Luvers, As stated in our first issue, September 2015, here were our goals for making the Moon Zine: 55 To make and share cool shit with our friends and strangers
55 To have a creative outlet and voice in our community 55 And to have fun. We did it! You did it! Thanks to everyone who submitted their artwork, was part of the Moon Zine ( Josh!), came to a collage party, hosted a collage party, donated their time, energy and or resources, bought a t-shirt, wore a t-shirt, played our shows, hosted a show, danced or wallflowered at our shows, printed your own copy at home, passed around an issue, or even just read our dang zine! Thank you all so much! We couldn’t have done it without you. The Moon Zine will still live on issuu.com, in St. Louis Public Library’s zine collection, and through Print Your Own Zine (see our backpage). Like our previous issues, the numbered pages are original submitted content. Other pages are altered by yours truly and unique to each edition of the issue. Thank you for taking a chance and picking up our zine. Hold on to it, or pass it on to any zinester you know, as The Moon Zine is one of a kind. Goodnight Moon, The Moon
meet the staff
Julie Davis - So, here we are in the car
Leaving traces of us down the boulevard
Getting lost in the dark is my favorite part
I wanna fall through the stars
Lauren Kellett - Learned what “swan song� meant.
Wes Harbison - Got to write about zines in my library school grad program -- thanks moon zine! Allison Sissom - gonna keep zine-ing! Keep your eyes peeled for em! staff picks: moon zine
Julie - our first double issue: Self//Other Lauren - Death Wes - Josh Allison - All the people we met, and strangers who became our friends.
Look at the Ocean, the Shore A Play in No-Acts By Jeffy Denight Lights up. The Oregon coast, mid-October. Mid-morning. Blue skies. Toothy clouds. Cold water. Upstage, a WOMAN in a heavy jacket, buffeted by the wind. She watches the sea, patient, calm. A BEACHER walks past, searching. WOMAN
Hi. (BEACHER nods.) Looking for shells? BEACHER pulls a handful of shells from his pockets.
BEACHER
Any of these look special?
WOMAN
No mussels or clams. That’s a good start!
BEACHER
I’m looking for sand dollars. No luck yet.
WOMAN
Too rocky. Their skeletons-- that’s actually what you’re looking for-- they break apart. You need a soft sand beach.
BEACHER
Thanks. You from around here?
WOMAN
Portland. We’re out here all the time, though. Just about every month.
BEACHER
We?
WOMAN
My daughter.
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WOMAN points. Downstage, a GIRL in street clothes, soaked. She’s in the ocean, jumping into the breakers. Joyful, joyful, joyful. For a while, we’re in the water with her. BEACHER
How long has she been in there?
WOMAN
She went in just after dawn.
BEACHER
It’s freezing!
WOMAN
Oh, I know! Not for me, no way. She doesn’t mind, Summer, winter.
BEACHER
You let her?
WOMAN
You know, before we moved, we’d never seen the ocean. Neither of us. Came out here on a whim one day. And, wouldn’t you know it, the moment I parked-- middle of March-- pouring rain, mind you-- she rushed into the waves.
BEACHER
Aren’t you worried?
WOMAN
I’m her mother aren’t I? Give her what’s good.
BEACHER
Hello, have you heard of hypothermia? She could drown!
WOMAN
Might not be the worst thing.
BEACHER
Um… yes, it would. And for what? For what?
WOMAN
You’re out here collecting shells. The ocean could sweep you just as easy. 2
BEACHER
Not just as--
WOMAN
Easier! With your back to it, sneaker wave could come out of nowhere and-- (Slurping sound.)
BEACHER
Okay-- that. That wouldn’t happen.
WOMAN
You’re not paying attention. And for what? A sand dollar. Small prize for such a big risk.
BEACHER
You’re nuts.
WOMAN
Momentary satisfaction! Then it sits, broken, in a jar or a drawer, disintegrating.
BEACHER
You’re nuts! You and your daughter, both. BEACHER exits.
WOMAN
(Calling after him.) She! She’s found it. Within the danger, within the risks, she’s found something for which you’ll spend your whole life searching. And unless you go a little bit further, unless you walk into the waves once in awhile… He’s gone. The WOMAN watches her daughter. The GIRL still jumping into the breakers, smiling. The GIRL dives off the stage, below the waves. A shift. The beach disappears. The auditorium becomes the seafloor. Tide-pool creatures rise up from the
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audience. SEAWEED and KELP. MUSSELS. CLAMS. SNAILS. URCHINS and ANEMONES. A CRAB. An OCTOPUS! A SEAGULL dives in, grabs a SCULPIN, and flies off. The GIRL dances as she swims. The creatures join her. They dance to the rhythm of the tide. Suddenly! A riptide. All sea creatures are violently pulled away. The GIRL is rattled. Kicks up sand, struggles for air. Stirred from the seafloor, a living SAND DOLLAR appears. It stabilizes her. They dance, intimate, innocent. Then, a sneaker wave! They’re thrown about, crash together. The SAND DOLLAR dies. The GIRL is tossed to shore. She stands, stumbles, struggles with her land legs. Her mother helps balance. Wraps her in a towel, warm, dry. One last look at the ocean, the shore. The GIRL spots something and picks it up. It’s the sand dollar’s skeleton. The GIRL puts it in her pocket. Then, they head home. Blackout. End of play.
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Wrestling Fans (Wrestling at the Chase 1980) by Bob Boston ************
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Gene Kininski left vs Frank Star right (Wrestling at the Chase 1980) by Bob Boston ************
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left for you by nancy mungcal A tiny galaxy Star salts Heart shaped clouds Bones that creaked in the bending Madness like air Bougainvillea colors Tiny petals Grey cement White butterflies saying hello Dark of night
never found by nancy mungcal You had never been to Mars The nausea felt normal There wasn’t a cloud in the sky Rain still threatened
Found feathers left for you
Red lights stopped you from going
How nothing actually feels
The man stood in the middle of the intersection pacing back and forth The noise in his head louder than traffic The car honks and drivers’ voices muted
Ache like an arrow Little shards of glass reflected light to see you in Me missing you An end A beginning
You needed belonging like fresh air Gloom, the news peddled was everywhere There was light beyond the blurry edges
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Sometimes, the missing was never found despite the signs posted
goodbyes by nancy mungcal The goodbyes were stuck in your throat So many said they came and went You stumbled for meaning in those words They were handcuffed to the ache There were beginnings to Endings And changes like the seasons reminded Some goodbyes were see you later Some were forever
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Lauren Bacall used to love me by SEIGAR **********
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Colonial Knot by Rachel Linn ************
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Satin Stitch by Rachel Linn ************
Straight Stitch by Rachel Linn ************
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A Reminder by Zara Petkovic *************
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Straight Stitch by Rachel Linn ************
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South Taylor by Sarah Marchant We were cigarette conversations by the back screen door and footsteps just outside the streetlights. We were tripping over train tracks, sipping from fast food cups, and laughing at the entire world. We were Goodwill dress shirts and pretending to be adults. We were skipping breakfast and frozen pizza for dinner. We were optimistic fools. Auxiliary cord playlists and Altoids. Two bucks for the bus and retail bumming. Vodka shots and the whole room humming. Graffiti poses and sleepwalking home. Through the roaches and bathroom mold and insomnia nights blinded by string lights, I wouldn’t trade those times for anything. Keep them in a snow globe, shake it when reality gets to be too much.
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Showy Lady’s-slippers Glorify the Early Summer with their Orchid Blossoms by Allison K. Sissom ****************
Cool Cat (Queen) by Carmen Ribaudo ***************
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Unheard Comics: British Bears by jackieboy **********
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Nightly Friend in the Backyard! by R. Zwiercan What’s that? Pointed up to the sky in awe and uttered in that charming yet only recognizable pronunciation by a parent of an eighteen month old toddler. “That, my pepper, is the moon!” ‘Woah, BIG MOON… WAY UP HIGH!’ Pepper proclaimed, as his voice echoed through the neighbor, extending past my bounding arms that carried him into the backyard on our evening ritual. Out in the mid-spring air of the desert in suburbia—with fake lawns tailored to fool even the skeptical botanist in all of us, and the sky a cool darken blue so clear that even the dank of souls could understand that something more exists way out there—Pepper’s adorning voice proclaimed again and again ‘BIG MOON, BIG MOON’! ‘BIG MOON… WAY UP HIGH’! As each passing phase of reflected light from the lunar surface showered our nightly ritual, the ever-building connections and re-discovery of our world and our place within the universe, is seen through the eyes of our offspring. Never minding the varying shapes of the moon through the passing phases, if was big and glowing in the sky, it was ‘BIG MOON… WAY UP HIGH’! Morning, evening, night --this fascination didn’t fade with this glowing object that accompanied our planet. ‘BIG
MOON, daddy! BIG MOON’! The big moon even became noticeable in the board and picture books at bedtime readings. ‘BIG MOON, ‘BIG MOON! Or, MOON daddy, MOON’! The moon even masqueraded as the sun as this discovery cultivated. My distinction for Pepper, was the moon glows white and the sun glows yellow. This simple explanation became problematic with the picture book Chica-Chica Boom Boom, where the moon and sun trade places of color representation, but the expression remained the same: ‘BIG MOON, BIG MOON’! The excitement of discovery has slowly faded as Pepper’s comprehension of the moon greatens. However what remains is that these will be the most endearing moments of development that are passing in tune with the age of the universe. I cannot stop time nor preserve those moments on replay in the space/time continuum, but they will be a permanent memory as I watch Pepper passing through each phase of his life, constantly echoing developmentally age appropriate his version of ‘BIG MOON, daddy! BIG MOON ...WAY UP HIGH’!
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A Positive Relationship / by Thomas Park *****************************
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11/11/18 by Katherine M. Blanner Sometimes I wish I'd remember my dreams I wonder if you were in them Or if I dreamed in monochrome Or full vibrant kodachrome But most nights my brain is muddled In its melatonin coma But I really wonder if I thought of you loving me Or if I imagined something passionate Most days when I'm awake We really feel like nothing at all Like your cheeks after getting a filling Nothing, but pudgy and space consuming I really wonder if I dream of you And I wish I could remember Did I dream romance was real Or did I just honor it as chance and chemicals in the brain That bond you to your lover Did I dream that love was dead Or did I imagine loving you
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The Moon Zine presents: A Xena Colby Triple Feature
Rousing by Xena Colby How do you do it when you’re half asleep? Rousing Searching through nothing Who wins against the drug? Starting from nothing Knows it’s not right Rouses Who could do such a thing Starting from nothing
water heart by Xena Colby water heart direction cancelled, bound spreading out digging into the ground water heart poison in the well
Rinding by Xena Colby If I had enough time I could change Into something totally new Is that true? Something permanent’s underfoot Blood pool, shriveled liquid tunnel, Tiny grains, and empty bubbles I’m stubbornly recognizable Barely assaulted by my limp intentions Some inclination, perverse inheritance Is happening to me over time Like a rind rinding
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what do you want to be? in shape, in sound a form that only i can see digging into the ground
Goodbye Moon by Maria Karambatsakis ******************
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There’s also music!
1. FMRL TMPL - exploitation 2. Sam Harbison - Splash
themoonzine.bandcamp.com
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The Moon Zine is a free compilation zine started in 2015 and made in St. Louis, Missouri, USA. Issues are published in digital, print-your-own, and limited physical editions. We try our best to be eco-friendly, but dang it’s hard sometimes. This is our last issue.
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eternal Thanks to:
cover images:
Xena Colby, Carson Monetti, St. Louis Art Supply,
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front & back: Apollo - Project Date: December 5, 1961,
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