NOZAC fest, moving, more to come

well, i will be tabling some zines at the New Orleans Zine and Comic Fest tmrw @ the Public Library on Loyola Ave. from 11 - 5 come to the FIRST TIMERS' table to buy/trade my zines, i hope to see you there.

i am moving this weekend, just up the road, not south of the border this time.

i mississippi you.
do you mississippi me2?

UNAS COSAS MIAS

SOME OF MY THINGS ZZZ

Hola, hello, and yellow. In NO.LA.
I have been showing art and sharing zines.
Busking and busting up.
i hope all is well with you.

SO . . . PUES . . .

There is an art event going on @ INNER RECESS this Saturday OCT.11th. I will be showing some zines and prints. I will update with address/details later today.

Here is a print from my zine LAS PRIMERAS 6 IMAGENES.





copies of these zines will be available during the event:
THIS IS MY JOEY RAMONE STORY
B(U)Y WHAT I SAY
I (MAY)BE A DRUNK
UN CAMBIO EMPEZO
LAS PRIMERAS 6 IMAGENES

if you had been around oaxaca, you might have seen these.

printing new lino cut librito tmrw. hit me up on email if you want one. if we are pen pals, hit me up in DF!!!

el corazon (1 of 54)

newz for 2012:

gonna update this more post-solstice.

gotta art show w/ ken freeman in april at flicker.

gonna hit the road for 60 days this summer of a zine/scene tour.

gotta get movin.

hurry up holidays. you ain't that holy.

JANUARY 1ST! TIMEZ FLY.

I (May) be a Drunk

I finally finished I (May) Be Drunk. The covers are brown bags with a lino cut. I'm bringing two downtown to Bizarro Wuxtry. Big ups to the kids who included illustrations (but sadly, they haven't been included with this run; tried to finish/format before Fluke during Popfest and f'ed up my process). PROCRASTINATION but at least it is in print. Thanks for reading.

Here in a few excerpts:

I (May) Be A Drunk is autobiographical fiction. The names have been omitted because they might be mine or yours. I’ve slurred shared sentences into a blurred sentiment of consumption. Alcohol gives these asides absurdity. Tally marks tell tales like these.

You’ll see.

5/1

Is(n’t) there something alluring about being a drunk (punk)?

slammin your way through beers / only to wind up here

on the bank of the mississippi / noli me tangere

React. Breaking the bank here at home. It is(n’t) something i’m proud of.

This. This role I assumed. Assumed was in me already with cups that I carry. Dixie.

My new aligned accoutrements are me, M.C. It all starts with a koozie

saying “my struggle to remain healthy is killing me.”

Drink up. Same day, different day job.

Happy May Day, mommy.

I’m a keg zombie.

@ THE SWIMMING HOLE

scratch the surface of the self

submerge

stretch

shoulders shutter

scrub the shit from between your ears

smoke

swimming the hole

swat the flies and smile

sharpen your stilo on the stone

sit

shift

sit

scratch

silence

smell

straighten up

ship out

smile at the sunshine

surely it’s something to shine on

5/14

scream at me / break the silence of being alone / at least i made it home

what do you want me to say / same shit same day

lose or win it’s my fault / it’s my inspiration

seems so fleeting like retreating / but it just goes on and on repeating

sitting sorting out the sound / i miss so much of being around

but not as much as the city’s sensuality

so many memories / baggage that i carry

it’s so damn scary / kids committing harakiri

suicide / i whisper slowly soothes insides

in anxiety guilty as charged can i be

what do you expect to see / aside from another blacked out sea

its (maybe) just (you and) me