resistance is love in action

My dad was visiting me in New Orleans during the inauguration and I missed all the marches. I was walking in the swamp trying to identify birds, or drinking coffee, trying not to read the news.  I thought of the things that are most important to me and how I can use that to participate.

I offered pay-what-you-can subscriptions for inauguration day, and offered to donate 100% to the New Orleans Abortion Fund . I was hoping to raise maybe a few hundred dollars. We raised $800. I love sending postcards and I am happy to have new subscribers who are excited about participating. It is a small way to give back and it helps me to stay motivated and I think it is part of keeping the momentum of the movement. Whatever you think or however you voted, the next 4 years will be a marathon, not a sprint, and we have to find a way to balance the need to acknowledge what is said and done by the president, and not over or under react. And between tweets and attacks, there is proposed legislation cutting funding for people and groups who need it most.

This is only a small part. 

The first 100 days ends June 9th and I will continue to donate all sales from Keep Writing subscriptions. For the rest of January and all of February, I will donate to BreakOUT!, dedicated to ending the criminalization of lgbtq youth in New Orleans. You can subscribe a friend, you can add on to your subscription. You can sign up a family member. This is what I have. Letterpress printed words to share, a dedication to communication and a willingness to share resources. Keep loving, keep fighting. 


post script:

I have been proud of printmakers, reclaiming our history of those who spread news for the people. Power and Light Press took it one further and offered these tote bags, originally for the women's march but so many orders were placed they had to set back shipping times--100% of the proceedss are going to planned parenthoodd. The sale of this tote (still available!) has raised more than $50,000. yahoo!

You can go your own way...

If you have never read Ker-Bloom zine, the 20 year project from artnoose, stop reading here, find yourself at least one issue, through etsy or your local zine shop, savor it, and we will meet up in the next paragraph.

my collection of ker-bloom!

my collection of ker-bloom!


Ker-bloom is a letterpress printed treasure. Every two months, 4 pages of text are offered, a monologue on a theme, a story, a glimpse.  When I moved to Seattle in 1998, I would use all the money I made in consigning my zines at Left Bank Books for the latest issues of Ker-Bloom. It isn't just the writing, or the letterpress cover and pages, it is holding the package in your hands. It is precious. And bi-montly.

For the 20th anniversary issue artnoose wrote about starting this project and what it has evolved into.  The idea for a project that started small but became their defining work.

I can relate to this. Eight years ago, I left New Orleans to go to college. I left behind a lot of good friends. I wanted to send mail to everyone I missed in New Orleans and my other penpals.  But school kept me busy.  One day in my first semester, I was biking home from class when I thought, what if I sent everyone the same postcard every month? What if I designed it and printed it. I could keep in touch with all my friends and have a creatively challenging project every month. Now it is the project that frames my month, how I set up my weeks. After recently reuniting with a friend I have known since high school but have not seen in years, we realized are both still doing the same work we've always been doing.  He is still writing. I am still sending mail.   Our work might take different forms, and but the essence remains the same. .


Now that I have moved back to New Orleans it is i a good time to notice how things have stayed the same, what remains true, how I have found a way within this truth.   This is Keep Writing number 91. Sent a bit late. I am still adjusting to my new old life. But there is mail. And a new po box. An aisle away from my old one.


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Seashells by the Seashore

Between a new computer, which subsequently crashed, and a tendency to hold onto any scrap that might inform later, I found these photos om my desktop.  About a year and a half ago, a friend drove us to Muir Beach for the day, for the first cold swim of the season. We discovered that the beach adjacent to the famous forest is packed, even on an overcast day in May.  The trick is to hang out on the corner of the beach with nudists.  No kids, no families, plenty of wet sand and rocks to explore.  After a brief swim that was so cold I gasped, we walked up and down the beach.  There is something appealing about many tiny things that make up something larger.  I've been holding onto these photos waiting for the story, decided to share them without a story and, as I have been writing this, thought if what I might use them for. For now, enjoy.