I look back on a year of flexing old muscles, creating in the face of fear, and making something to prove to myself that I can still do this. The final result of that year is this zine and a path forward.
Tag: poetry
I look back on a year of flexing old muscles, creating in the face of fear, and making something to prove to myself that I can still do this. The final result of that year is this zine and a path forward.