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This is the full index, organized alphabetically by author. Know one I don't? Drop it in the comments!
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lb_lee(This one-sheet zine was purchased at the Massachusetts Indy Comics Expo in 2025. It is not dated, has no contact info, and it's unclear who LSJM is.)
This zine is Risographed, stark red background and black text on white paper. Its text is huge and off-putting, the imagery oppressive, as though the zine itself is screaming from its pages. Images are listed in parentheses; text is written as is.
Front cover: BE NOT AFRAID
(an eye with jagged small wings)
This zine is Risographed, stark red background and black text on white paper. Its text is huge and off-putting, the imagery oppressive, as though the zine itself is screaming from its pages. Images are listed in parentheses; text is written as is.
Front cover: BE NOT AFRAID
(an eye with jagged small wings)
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acorn_squashSpecies Transition: Your Guide to Leaving Humanity is what it says on the tin. The transcription is in the alt text.
lb_leeGraciously translated by 33medi!
[Text: Ode to Monsterfucking]
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[Image: a drawing of monstrous eyes watching in the dark. Some eyes have narrow pupils. Others are in sets of four or eight.]
[Image: a picture of an online crowd-sourced dictionary definition.]
[Text:
monster fucker
[redacted] people who are sexually and romantically attracted to monsters/inhuman creatures
There are only two types of people monster fuckers and cowards
After watching [reacted] I'm a monster fucker
by [redacted] February 19, 2018
👍 212 | 👎 2]
[Text: Ode to Monsterfucking]
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[Image: a drawing of monstrous eyes watching in the dark. Some eyes have narrow pupils. Others are in sets of four or eight.]
[Image: a picture of an online crowd-sourced dictionary definition.]
[Text:
monster fucker
[redacted] people who are sexually and romantically attracted to monsters/inhuman creatures
There are only two types of people monster fuckers and cowards
After watching [reacted] I'm a monster fucker
by [redacted] February 19, 2018
👍 212 | 👎 2]
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acorn_squash[Transcriber's note: This post begins with three poems, which are followed by a transcript of a drawing, then a transcript of a comment. They're all quite short. Content warnings will be in the comments.
Let me know if you'd rather I make these separate posts. And, as always, feedback is welcome! End transcriber's note.]
From April 1990
From December 1990
Also from December 1990
From June 1991
From October 1991
[Additional transcriber's note: While I'm here, I was wondering if this comm would be interested in fandom stuff, since there are a lot of resources now that are dedicated to that sort of thing, like OFMD Described, and because I personally do some transcription of that type.]
Let me know if you'd rather I make these separate posts. And, as always, feedback is welcome! End transcriber's note.]
From April 1990
From December 1990
( Communication )
Also from December 1990
( Space )
From June 1991
From October 1991
( comic )
[Additional transcriber's note: While I'm here, I was wondering if this comm would be interested in fandom stuff, since there are a lot of resources now that are dedicated to that sort of thing, like OFMD Described, and because I personally do some transcription of that type.]
Soul's Desire, by Rabia Clark (1988)
May. 7th, 2023 12:24 pmlb_leeThis is a poem from the winter 1988 women's spirituality issue of Rainbow Bridge Magazine, a quarterly publication of Ziraat, a branch of the Sufi order, published at this time in San Antonio, Texas. It doesn't seem to be in screen-readable or digital form anywhere, so I transcribed it.
Soul's Desire
By Rabia Clark
No earthly love have I,
No caresses or welcoming arms.
"Aren't you lonely?" friends ask,
Seeing my solitude.
How does one speak of
The caresses of the Beloved?
The ecstasy of his breath
Merged with mine,
His touch pulsing in my spine,
His fire consuming my heart,
His song ever moving
In my mind.
No distance separates us,
Time and space stand still,
My yearning is our yearning,
Where went "I"?
Amid the flames I stand,
Clothed in golden fire.
Void and dark my center,
Pulsing, glowing outside.
No edges nor shape have I,
An endlessly burning, giving light.
Peace in the darkness,
Ecstasy of radiation,
Fulfillmment of my soul's desire.
Soul's Desire
By Rabia Clark
No earthly love have I,
No caresses or welcoming arms.
"Aren't you lonely?" friends ask,
Seeing my solitude.
How does one speak of
The caresses of the Beloved?
The ecstasy of his breath
Merged with mine,
His touch pulsing in my spine,
His fire consuming my heart,
His song ever moving
In my mind.
No distance separates us,
Time and space stand still,
My yearning is our yearning,
Where went "I"?
Amid the flames I stand,
Clothed in golden fire.
Void and dark my center,
Pulsing, glowing outside.
No edges nor shape have I,
An endlessly burning, giving light.
Peace in the darkness,
Ecstasy of radiation,
Fulfillmment of my soul's desire.
lb_leeMetadata: These poems were published in Vol. 1, No. 4 of the multiple personality newsletter Speaking for Our Selves, from June 1986. The sole surviving record of that newsletter that I can find is this non-screenreadable PDF, so I decided to textually transcribe Ann H.'s multi poetry for posterity. Some of it still rings clear today!
( Heads up, some of these poems engage with death, despair, denial, and abuse. )
( Heads up, some of these poems engage with death, despair, denial, and abuse. )
lb_leeBrakhot for the Endtimes
Metadata: I found these zines in a garage sale thrown by Riot Bayit in August 2022. They have no identifying metadata and search engines have turned up dry. Riot Bayit is a "Jewish, income-sharing, communal home," according to their zine Riot Bayit Oyspruv, which has some similar collage techniques and handwritings. With that in mind, it seems most likely that household members of Riot Bayit made these zines, but I have no way of knowing their names. Due to their ephemerality, I have chosen to textually transcribe the tiny zines for posterity.
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Metadata: I found these zines in a garage sale thrown by Riot Bayit in August 2022. They have no identifying metadata and search engines have turned up dry. Riot Bayit is a "Jewish, income-sharing, communal home," according to their zine Riot Bayit Oyspruv, which has some similar collage techniques and handwritings. With that in mind, it seems most likely that household members of Riot Bayit made these zines, but I have no way of knowing their names. Due to their ephemerality, I have chosen to textually transcribe the tiny zines for posterity.
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lb_leeThis is not a comic, and it came from a proper magazine, not a zine, but for accessibility's sake I decided to clean up that dreadful machine transcription I found on archive.org.
The Dream Baby
by Olivia Howard Dunbar
Published in August 1904, in Harper's Bazar [sic]
Illustrated by John Hardy
( A short story where two spinster roommates have a dream baby together. )
The Dream Baby
by Olivia Howard Dunbar
Published in August 1904, in Harper's Bazar [sic]
Illustrated by John Hardy
( A short story where two spinster roommates have a dream baby together. )
acorn_squash[Transcriber's note: Hi! I'm new to this comm and relatively new to transcribing in general, so feel free to give concrit and I'll edit the post if necessary.]
Insert Title Here is a digital zine with pages that have a satisfying “turning” animation when clicked on. The art is painted digitally, representational but abstracted, and conveys lots of broad emotion. The words are in a font that looks like handwriting.
The cover is black and white art with glitchy digital swirls and scattered symbols. It is labeled with a numeral 1.
Page 1: It has arrived! Illustration: A cute alien being with a “wow” expression. The being is drawn in a simple style; its face is square, with big oval eyes, a small mouth, and two antennae. The background is bright explosions of color.
Page 2: …It does not remember how it got here. Illustration: A big red question mark. The background is dark gray unhappiness with splotches of red that look like a crime scene.
Page 3: Where did it come from? Illustration: The being is worried and confused. The background is very similar to the first scene, but more tilted and askew.
Page 4: When is it from? Illustration: A planet with swirls of blue and green glittering and floating in a dark blue cosmos.
Page 5: Who is it from? Illustration: A scary, featureless person in a hypnotic picture frame.
Page 6: What was it like? Illustration: Gentle, calming swirls of color, with two abstract creatures playing happily in the center.
Page 7: Illustration: In scary, empathetic capitals is written, What happened? These words are in a dark bubble surrounded by white static.
Page 8: It thinks about this. Illustration: The being is really scared and stressed. The background is similar to the first two illustrations of the being but is in darker, more intense colors and is in a staticky style, like the last illustration.
Page 9: It thinks… Illustration: The being’s simple face takes up the whole page.
Page 10: In a white thought bubble are the words, Maybe it is okay not knowing… The thought bubble reaches into a slightly staticky cosmos.
The credits page has the same background as the cover page. Overlaid is a large, white, bubbly shape with an orange and yellow outline, with blocky shapes of various sizes in the center. At the bottom is written, made w/ Electric Zine Maker by @alienmelon. digital ver. made w/ HTML5 Reader by @JeremyOduber.
Insert Title Here is a digital zine with pages that have a satisfying “turning” animation when clicked on. The art is painted digitally, representational but abstracted, and conveys lots of broad emotion. The words are in a font that looks like handwriting.
The cover is black and white art with glitchy digital swirls and scattered symbols. It is labeled with a numeral 1.
Page 1: It has arrived! Illustration: A cute alien being with a “wow” expression. The being is drawn in a simple style; its face is square, with big oval eyes, a small mouth, and two antennae. The background is bright explosions of color.
Page 2: …It does not remember how it got here. Illustration: A big red question mark. The background is dark gray unhappiness with splotches of red that look like a crime scene.
Page 3: Where did it come from? Illustration: The being is worried and confused. The background is very similar to the first scene, but more tilted and askew.
Page 4: When is it from? Illustration: A planet with swirls of blue and green glittering and floating in a dark blue cosmos.
Page 5: Who is it from? Illustration: A scary, featureless person in a hypnotic picture frame.
Page 6: What was it like? Illustration: Gentle, calming swirls of color, with two abstract creatures playing happily in the center.
Page 7: Illustration: In scary, empathetic capitals is written, What happened? These words are in a dark bubble surrounded by white static.
Page 8: It thinks about this. Illustration: The being is really scared and stressed. The background is similar to the first two illustrations of the being but is in darker, more intense colors and is in a staticky style, like the last illustration.
Page 9: It thinks… Illustration: The being’s simple face takes up the whole page.
Page 10: In a white thought bubble are the words, Maybe it is okay not knowing… The thought bubble reaches into a slightly staticky cosmos.
The credits page has the same background as the cover page. Overlaid is a large, white, bubbly shape with an orange and yellow outline, with blocky shapes of various sizes in the center. At the bottom is written, made w/ Electric Zine Maker by @alienmelon. digital ver. made w/ HTML5 Reader by @JeremyOduber.
lb_lee(Transcriber's Note: I have attempted to contact both creators to get permission to transcribe this poetry zine, and gotten no response. Since neither it nor its contents seem available anywhere that I can find, I have chosen to transcribe it for posterity unless requested by either creator to remove it.)
Front Cover
my heart beats in seismic waves
Sara Makiya & Sara Paige
This poetry zine is printed in black and white, with metallic silver accents added by hand, most likely with gel pen. It is very short, two folded 8.5 x 11 heavyweight sheets, folded in half with two holes punched at the seam, bound with cotton string tied in a bow. The title is written in sinuous script in both black and silver, and the cover holds a circular image of a silver moon rising over a night time forest and a mountain, against a starry sky and a silver and white meteor. It was made in 2018.
Pg. 1
Text (in the looping script):
I am a universe contained, varied and diverse
thoughts and perceptions orbit around
my consciousness; so when it seems
I am not all here,
Image: a humanoid figure stands with a disembodied floating Saturn for a head, outlined in silver and making a graceful gesture. It is surrounded by celestial rays of silver and orbiting planets and moons, some also inscribed with silver. The effect is otherworldly, celestial.
Text:
my mind is probably somewhere
caught up in
the stratosphere
Pg. 2
Text (in stark block capitals):
I BUILD WALLS AROUND MYSELF
LETTING OBLIVION
KEEP ME CONFINED
WITHIN MY OWN
LIMITATIONS
Image: a black-haired female figure holds a box, which contains a smaller black-haired female figure, curled up in a lonely ball inside. There is no silver.
Pg. 3
Image: a graceful woman holds a hand to her face thoughtfully, staring out at the viewer. Her cascade of silver-inscribed wavy hair floats upward, vanishing out of the top of the page. She wears a silver bracelet, and her forehead is emblazoned with silver sparkles and a crescent moon. The text, back in script, trails down her side.
Text:
i am studded with stars and black holes...
Pg. 4
Text (in neither block caps nor the sinuous script, this appears more like ordinary block handwriting):
I am like water. you drank me in when you were in the desert of your life and I seemed to be the thing you needed to quench yourself. but after you sipped me down and [blank space] me out, I remembered that i am not small droplets contained by a paper cup, easy to swallow - no. I am like the ocean - fantastical, dark, deep, torrential. I can cause destruction and slip through fingers.
Image (partially covering the poem from "small droplets" down): black lines inscribe a rectangular space within the page--meant to represent a cup, perhaps? WIthin are swirls of water, seaweed, and cascading wavy hair from the female figure who sits within, staring calmly out at the viewer. She is not trapped like the woman in the box; this oceanic underworld is her home, and she is comfortable here. There is no silver.
Pg. 5
Text (in block caps, curving down the side of the image):
PERHAPS I AM A WOLF
HOWLING AT THE MOON
Image:
A circle partially inscribes the silhouette of a howling wolf, bordered in silver. Black rays radiate from the wolf, and within its form are geometric horizontal patterns: zigzags, triangles, arrows.
Pg. 6
Text (in script):
We live on like trees.
These lifelines accumulate
like rings around our core,
When the day comes
that we are
no more,
We
will
live on
in
different
forms.
Image (going down the side of the text): a tree trunk, gnarled with boles and whorls, with just the barest glint of silver leaves at the ends of its otherwise naked branches. This is a tree entering the hibernation of winter... or perhaps just coming out of it.
Pg. 7 (back cover)
Text (in block caps):
SOMEHOW
GOING FURTHER AWAY
HAS BROUGHT ME
A BIT
CLOSER
TO MYSELF.
Image: a stark black horizon, toped by a silver-bordered mountain. The silver moon hovers above, small and remote.
Text (in script, with leaf decorations):
Art by Sara Makiya
@figmentsofpigments [on Instagram]
Words by Sara Paige
@paigesofpoetry [on Instagram]
Front Cover
my heart beats in seismic waves
Sara Makiya & Sara Paige
This poetry zine is printed in black and white, with metallic silver accents added by hand, most likely with gel pen. It is very short, two folded 8.5 x 11 heavyweight sheets, folded in half with two holes punched at the seam, bound with cotton string tied in a bow. The title is written in sinuous script in both black and silver, and the cover holds a circular image of a silver moon rising over a night time forest and a mountain, against a starry sky and a silver and white meteor. It was made in 2018.
Pg. 1
Text (in the looping script):
I am a universe contained, varied and diverse
thoughts and perceptions orbit around
my consciousness; so when it seems
I am not all here,
Image: a humanoid figure stands with a disembodied floating Saturn for a head, outlined in silver and making a graceful gesture. It is surrounded by celestial rays of silver and orbiting planets and moons, some also inscribed with silver. The effect is otherworldly, celestial.
Text:
my mind is probably somewhere
caught up in
the stratosphere
Pg. 2
Text (in stark block capitals):
I BUILD WALLS AROUND MYSELF
LETTING OBLIVION
KEEP ME CONFINED
WITHIN MY OWN
LIMITATIONS
Image: a black-haired female figure holds a box, which contains a smaller black-haired female figure, curled up in a lonely ball inside. There is no silver.
Pg. 3
Image: a graceful woman holds a hand to her face thoughtfully, staring out at the viewer. Her cascade of silver-inscribed wavy hair floats upward, vanishing out of the top of the page. She wears a silver bracelet, and her forehead is emblazoned with silver sparkles and a crescent moon. The text, back in script, trails down her side.
Text:
i am studded with stars and black holes...
Pg. 4
Text (in neither block caps nor the sinuous script, this appears more like ordinary block handwriting):
I am like water. you drank me in when you were in the desert of your life and I seemed to be the thing you needed to quench yourself. but after you sipped me down and [blank space] me out, I remembered that i am not small droplets contained by a paper cup, easy to swallow - no. I am like the ocean - fantastical, dark, deep, torrential. I can cause destruction and slip through fingers.
Image (partially covering the poem from "small droplets" down): black lines inscribe a rectangular space within the page--meant to represent a cup, perhaps? WIthin are swirls of water, seaweed, and cascading wavy hair from the female figure who sits within, staring calmly out at the viewer. She is not trapped like the woman in the box; this oceanic underworld is her home, and she is comfortable here. There is no silver.
Pg. 5
Text (in block caps, curving down the side of the image):
PERHAPS I AM A WOLF
HOWLING AT THE MOON
Image:
A circle partially inscribes the silhouette of a howling wolf, bordered in silver. Black rays radiate from the wolf, and within its form are geometric horizontal patterns: zigzags, triangles, arrows.
Pg. 6
Text (in script):
We live on like trees.
These lifelines accumulate
like rings around our core,
When the day comes
that we are
no more,
We
will
live on
in
different
forms.
Image (going down the side of the text): a tree trunk, gnarled with boles and whorls, with just the barest glint of silver leaves at the ends of its otherwise naked branches. This is a tree entering the hibernation of winter... or perhaps just coming out of it.
Pg. 7 (back cover)
Text (in block caps):
SOMEHOW
GOING FURTHER AWAY
HAS BROUGHT ME
A BIT
CLOSER
TO MYSELF.
Image: a stark black horizon, toped by a silver-bordered mountain. The silver moon hovers above, small and remote.
Text (in script, with leaf decorations):
Art by Sara Makiya
@figmentsofpigments [on Instagram]
Words by Sara Paige
@paigesofpoetry [on Instagram]
lb_leeRealized that I need to post updates made to the index, so people know about them.
Added Academy 118, "a lighthearted comic about the personified chemical elements and their (mis)adventures at Academy 118, a peculiar school located at the heart of the universe"
Added Academy 118, "a lighthearted comic about the personified chemical elements and their (mis)adventures at Academy 118, a peculiar school located at the heart of the universe"
Ouroboros: A Plural Zine by R.O.S.C.O.E.
Nov. 4th, 2021 08:47 pmlb_leeOuroboros: A Plural Zine about why being plural has made it hard to make a plural zine etc.
By R.O.S.C.O.E.
Front Cover: Ouroboros is written in wiggly bubble letters, and the O is a rattlesnake chomping its own tail. The byline is in non-wiggly block letters.
This zine’s body text is primarily written in three different handwritings: curly script, all caps, and sentence case block print, from here on out called “curly,” “caps,” and “block.” Art style and self-depiction changes, as you might expect!
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By R.O.S.C.O.E.
Front Cover: Ouroboros is written in wiggly bubble letters, and the O is a rattlesnake chomping its own tail. The byline is in non-wiggly block letters.
This zine’s body text is primarily written in three different handwritings: curly script, all caps, and sentence case block print, from here on out called “curly,” “caps,” and “block.” Art style and self-depiction changes, as you might expect!
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Eat This Sandwich! by LB Lee
Mar. 31st, 2021 03:09 pmlb_lee(original post)
Cover: a picture of an ordinary sandwich with a black speech bubble containing a cartoony skull.
A pocket zine for people with eating disorders and restriction urges, by LB Lee
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Cover: a picture of an ordinary sandwich with a black speech bubble containing a cartoony skull.
Eat This Sandwich!
A pocket zine for people with eating disorders and restriction urges, by LB Lee
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lb_lee(original post with images) Content warnings: sexual abuse, the memory wars, and incest.
Rogan stands in a room, with window and ancient mammoth air conditioner visible behind them. There is also a bashed up radiator, with the aside "Hi, Agent Radiator!" (A reference to Cracks of Sunshine/The Homeless Year.)
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Rogan stands in a room, with window and ancient mammoth air conditioner visible behind them. There is also a bashed up radiator, with the aside "Hi, Agent Radiator!" (A reference to Cracks of Sunshine/The Homeless Year.)
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Dissociation, by LB Lee
Mar. 31st, 2021 03:03 pmlb_lee(original post with images)
[Full-page image of gray sky with clouds across it. The lettering is rigged to resemble the old electric typewriter font we used for the rest of Dissociation.]
Dissociation, by LB Lee
[The cover, showing a clear sky, muddled only by a couple clouds. A person with long dark hair stares up into it with a vacant smile and tears on their face.]
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[Full-page image of gray sky with clouds across it. The lettering is rigged to resemble the old electric typewriter font we used for the rest of Dissociation.]
Dissociation, by LB Lee
[The cover, showing a clear sky, muddled only by a couple clouds. A person with long dark hair stares up into it with a vacant smile and tears on their face.]
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Becoming Median, by Zyfron
Mar. 31st, 2021 03:01 pmlb_lee(originally posted 2019/01/12)
Zyfron has uploaded a text-only version of their Becoming Median booklet! Enjoy! (Or, if you missed it the first time around, here's the original!) Read about integration, un-integrating, and being in-between multiple and singlet!
Zyfron has uploaded a text-only version of their Becoming Median booklet! Enjoy! (Or, if you missed it the first time around, here's the original!) Read about integration, un-integrating, and being in-between multiple and singlet!
