Since I graduated from high school, I stopped going to church, I discovered found poetry, and I got my wisdom teeth out. (introduction, 1st page)
When people ask me whether people are still making zines today, I often tell them about Katie Haegele's wonderful literary zines. The one that prompted me to write this post, Word Math, is a collection of found poems, created from thrifted manuals, spam, and craigslist personals. The last is what particularly slayed me. You can listen to Katie reading it.