Just a collection of miscellaneous mini-zines that I am uploading so they are all together somewhere. Click the images to download:
Miscellaneous zines (2024)
perzines
New year, new zines
I didn’t make any resolutions for 2026, but one commitment I am trying to make to myself is to be OK with whatever I feel when things go more slowly that they used to, or than I hoped they would. If it’s a happy, lazy kind of slow: great. If it’s something that’s important to me or to the world, it is right to be angry about that, and to take a moment to ask: what then?
I’m also making a tentative attempt to be more consistent in documenting the things I’m doing and working on this year, whether that’s here or on my Instagram or on my work profile, in the acknowledgement that I’ll have ups and downs and that this is OK.
With that in mind, here are two mini-zines I made in January 2026. One uses a poem by Hedgie Choi and is a kind of ‘manifesting’ of the things I want for myself and for those close to me this year (IN THAT LIFE). The other documents some of my academic reading and thinking about zine-making, as I try to decide how to move forward with this work and my university work (AM I A ZINE MAKER?).
“The Old House’s Bones”: Architectural Salvage and/as Haunting
This paper was originally presented at the 2024 International Gothic Association conference in Halifax, Nova Scotia. It is republished here in slightly modified form.
This paper is a small part of a larger project on salvage. It is also an attempt at an approach and presentation style that still don’t feel like they are mine. I tried to write a paper about body horror and architectural salvage writing, and failed. This paper is haunted by something, and I don’t know how to exorcise it. As Avery F. Gordon writes in her book on haunting and the sociological imagination, “ghostly things kept cropping up and messing up other tasks I was trying to accomplish” (p. 8).
Instead, and in an attempt to stay true to the creative-critical methods I promised in my abstract, I’m going to share a few Gothic meditations on the things this failure to write what I set out to write produced, or what I have learnt about salvage and haunting through this failure. It is an experiment with salvaging that work, or with exorcising it. This paper is about architectural salvage. But it is also about salvage on a more personal level.