I have a new little zine ready and printed! It is the same size as the “Take the 49” and “Copies” tiny poetry zines from last year, but has extra internal pages.
It’s called Girls to the Front and is basically one medium length poem about riot grrrl.
The cover images are a little collage I made of Mia Zapata, Alice Bag, Huggy Bear, and Bratmobile.
If you want one, you can send me a SASE and a dollar, to
Liz Henry
Burn This Press
PO box 720011
San Francisco CA 94172
(put 2 stamps and an extra dollar if you want 2-3 tiny zines – I did a 2nd printing of Take the 49 and still have 1st printings of Copies)
Here’s the poem if you just want to read it!
girls to the front
the life save grip
of her hands
on the smoke
star mic
guns blazing
in prayer
& rage
the drum heart
leap for a motor
revved up
zero to ninety
cast yourself
back, years
in the scream,
in time,
slut scrawl
on our bellies
to whatever
fuck
you
the news
we didn’t
play
the guitar
we fucked
it up
the bass
on our train tracks
despair
& hope
in the bottle
we need
to feel
alive
we will not
abandon
the children
inside us
or behind us
her shriek
but stumble
our voices
into the future
the gas light
girl booze
gate keep busted
soul goes
in circles a while,
flat on the plains,
tries a return,
refrain, the
structure
can’t contain
how the band
breaks up
on stage
the media
black out
ties our mouths
the future
that is not made
for us
to go hard into
to elbow check and
and throw
our bodies into
the pit no one
to catch us
girls to the front
but no support
the furious
drive
determined
to find
a country
beyond
the band
the world
fails us
a jailbreak
to be true
to a heart
named panic
and raised
fist to lay
damage bare, laughing
reach back
to a hype train ghost