Desert Dreams
For eight minutes, I am transfixed by Desert Dreams. Kathleen’s poetry feels like pirate’s treasure, hearty loot: “I dream of desert places/ wide open spaces/ of sun beating down/ and of the blowing and changing”. This zine is so perfect. So tiny. So orange. So desert-lovely. So mysterious. Picture this: “I bled today/ long and deep/ dark velvet running/ beading drops/ then puddles/ and the sickness sets in”. Now picture the words slicing an urban landscape, torn out of pitch black. Kathleen could stand to print the next issue on a better printer, but oh, who’s going to complain about technicalities? This is zine-delight. (EPW)
zine, #1, $1ppd or trade+stamp, Kathleen MacKenzie, 92 Windsor Ave, London, ON, N6C 1Z9