Rose Young's initial foray into the zine world brings us a lightly collaged poetry zine, very simple and very evocative. Her poetry is direct, and it's intention is to cause the reader to think and feel. From works based upon battles to finding herself, this little quarter/rough zine is a bit like life itself - a bit of this and a bit of that. A buck and a half and a very good little poetry zine.
Snippet:
"Finding myself, with every single breath
Finding my way, in a tide of rage.
The way I was raised.
Breaking and Shaking, my crystal cage.
Watching the pieces shatter,
To the ground.
Each piece a glittering treasure
But so very dangerous, too."
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