Zine was a digital publication from Philadelphia Printworks, active from 2013 to 2017. This archive preserves the work created during that time.
ZINE: A Digital Archive (2013–2017)
Desensitization Lines
Photo by Femi Matti | Words By Marissa Johnson-Valenzuela About ten years ago, I had a social service job working with teenagers on probation in Philadelphia. It was a catch-all service where...
Desensitization Lines
Photo by Femi Matti | Words By Marissa Johnson-Valenzuela About ten years ago, I had a social service job working with teenagers on probation in Philadelphia. It was a catch-all service where...
Staying Woke Requires Rest
By Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodriguez My name is Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodriguez, and I have taken a sabbatical from life because I am currently in recovery. I am recovering...
Staying Woke Requires Rest
By Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodriguez My name is Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodriguez, and I have taken a sabbatical from life because I am currently in recovery. I am recovering...
What Does Your Liberation Look Like?
Photo: Femi Matti | Words By Dominique Matti What does it sound like, feel like—freedom? What does your liberation look like? Is it Anarchy? Is it a reversal of roles? A shift...
What Does Your Liberation Look Like?
Photo: Femi Matti | Words By Dominique Matti What does it sound like, feel like—freedom? What does your liberation look like? Is it Anarchy? Is it a reversal of roles? A shift...
Rules For Visiting My Country, Via Mi Madre
AND WHAT THEY REALLY MEAN By Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodriguez The streets are dangerous.Do not eat fruit from local vendors.Do not speak English in public.Cover up your body as much...
Rules For Visiting My Country, Via Mi Madre
AND WHAT THEY REALLY MEAN By Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodriguez The streets are dangerous.Do not eat fruit from local vendors.Do not speak English in public.Cover up your body as much...
Untitled Love Letter To An Artist
By Misty Sol Expatriates, refugees of modernity and children of the new world--we already inhabit the in-between spaces. Our liminality is born of diaspora and wandering. Perhaps these borders can...
Untitled Love Letter To An Artist
By Misty Sol Expatriates, refugees of modernity and children of the new world--we already inhabit the in-between spaces. Our liminality is born of diaspora and wandering. Perhaps these borders can...
I Am Done Being Your Token Brown Person, I Am E...
By Prisca Dorcas Mojica RodriguezI have to be extraordinary. I have to speak and write Spanish fluently. I have to not only speak the highly enunciated, more acceptable Spanish, but also my...
I Am Done Being Your Token Brown Person, I Am E...
By Prisca Dorcas Mojica RodriguezI have to be extraordinary. I have to speak and write Spanish fluently. I have to not only speak the highly enunciated, more acceptable Spanish, but also my...