Wrong, Facebook. I did NOT want to look back on this post from four years ago. Though, I am glad I captured the destabilizing, dizzying start of the 2020-2021 Zoom school year in this poem. It feels distant in time, but near to my psyche, always.

Wrong, Facebook. I did NOT want to look back on this post from four years ago. Though, I am glad I captured the destabilizing, dizzying start of the 2020-2021 Zoom school year in this poem. It feels distant in time, but near to my psyche, always.

My first zine! Friend Malaka Gharib is a brilliant comic artist & today I took her tutorial on making “quaranzines,” mini-zines about coronavirus life. I wanted to try making one after my friend Amanda and I joked last week about all the unconventional exercise we’ve done this year.
The class was constrained to drawing on one sheet of paper (folded into eight panels) and finishing in 32 minutes. Then I colored it during dinner, which is why there’s a grease stain on a page. 🤷🏻♀️ Thank you, Malaka, for inspiring us to create!



