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      <image:caption>Saul Freedman-Lawson is a student and illustrator living and working in Toronto, Ontario. They write and draw about queerness, transness, Judaism, and childhood/childcare. They are the illustrator of S. Bear Bergman’s Special Topics In Being a Human and Special Topics In Being a Parent (Arsenal Pulp). photo by A. Light Zachary</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Shameless Magazine</image:title>
      <image:caption>“My Hair Is Long, But Long Is Relative,” by Tessa Hill. Special Edition Youth Issue, Fall 2019. [ID: Six images of a person shaving their head, in which they begin with long hair and become progressively bald.]</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Shameless Magazine</image:title>
      <image:caption>“Feed Your Future,” by Saul Freedman-Lawson. Special Edition Youth Issue, Fall 2019. [ID: A poster reading “Feed Your Future,” with three illustrations: Two people pass bags of food to a third person, through an open door; an adult teaches four kids how to make latkes; two protesters, with signs reading “Not cuts to education” and “Sex-ed saves lives” hold containers of food.]</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>"How To Eat Ethically After An Eating Disorder," by Isabel Armiento. [ID: A brown hand with red nails opens a refrigerator door. One side of the fridge is full of vegetarian food, while the other is empty.]</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>"The Long History of Defunding the Police," by Maighdlin Mahoney. [ID: Pages a book, fanned out. Sticking out between them: A chain, a "wanted" poster, a residential school building, a white RCMP officer, the Coastal Gaslink pipeline, part of the locked door from the cover of "Are Prisons Obsolete?" by Angela Davis, part of the sign from the Wedzin Kwa checkpoint reading "no access," a Black protester with a sign reading "Defund the-" speaking into a microphone from the setup of "Black Power Hour," a roll of film, red flags.]</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>"The Futures and Futurisms Issue is Out Now!" by Sheila Sampath. [ID: The phrase "The Futurisms Issue. The word "futurisms" contains images of space, a young person running, an orange, people dancing, a child drawing, a needle sewing, tiny faces in circles, one person stroking another person's arm, and water running from a tap.]</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Shameless Magazine</image:title>
      <image:caption>"The Talking Back Feminist Media Conference - Call for Volunteers and Save The Date!" by Team Shameless. [ID: The words "Feminist Media Conference" emerging from a microphone.]</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>"The Price of Fast Money: The Dark Side of Restaurants and Bars," by Erin Baldwin. [ID: A person in an apron carrying a tray of drinks. the whole image is blue except for tiny red flags in the glasses.]</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Blooming (Miles Nadal Jewish Community Centre)</image:title>
      <image:caption>A digital illustration small white child covered in dirt. Their hair is longish, and they have a beard of moss and snails. They are smiling slightly.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Blooming (Miles Nadal Jewish Community Centre)</image:title>
      <image:caption>An illustration of a young person, in the foreground, with their hair tucked into a hat, watching a small figure in heavy boots and a leather jacket sink through deep water. There is Hebrew writing on the side, reading “אני ישנה ולבי ער“.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>An illustration of a white nonbinary femme with multicoloured hair sitting on colourful interlocking squares. In front of them are two electric tea lights, and a bottle of grape juice. Written on the ground in two different handwritings are the phrases “I love the butch reading this,” and “I adore the femme reading this.” In the background are the lines: גלמי ראו עיניך ועל ספרך כלם יכתבו/ :ימים וצרו ילא אחד בהם</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Blooming (Miles Nadal Jewish Community Centre)</image:title>
      <image:caption>A two panel comic. In the first panel, a group of people stand in a subway car. In the second panel, the subway doors open to reveal a person in a leather jacket with the head of a ram. Two adults look at them in confusion/disgust/distrust. One adult does not react. The only child on the subway looks shocked and delighted.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>An illustration of the stages of a group of tzitzit being tied, followed by a shorter sequence of strands of boondoggle being braided.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Blooming (Miles Nadal Jewish Community Centre)</image:title>
      <image:caption>A comic page. A hand tapes a flag to a pole; someone else trims a page labeled “trans Torah”; another hand picks up a ring made from twist ties. A crowd of tiny silhouettes rush down a path to a building. A child opens the door to reveal two young people holding hands under a rainbow chuppah, while more children watch.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Blooming (Miles Nadal Jewish Community Centre)</image:title>
      <image:caption>An array of small items with tiny silhouettes of an adult and two children throughout. One child has very long hair, and the other child is smaller and has short hair. The items include rocks, TTC transfers, receipts, and a folded note.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Blooming (Miles Nadal Jewish Community Centre)</image:title>
      <image:caption>An illustration of a baby whose body is made of/ wrapped in bulrushes. Some of the blades have fragments of text on them: “decision” “individual” “benefits” “understand” “information” “medical” “deepening” “growth of fac-” “darkening of body” “scalp hair” “temples” “blood” “attack” and “pain/cramping”. The baby’s eyes are closed, but their hands are moving through the air. Behind them are wide trails of arrows pointing up.</image:caption>
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    <loc>https://www.sfreedmanlawson.com/work/zines</loc>
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    <lastmod>2021-04-10</lastmod>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Text: Tiny (over-thinking/subconscious/queer/trans) Love Story... by S. Freedman-Lawson</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: "Water Bugs," by S. Freedman-Lawson. Image, surrounding the text: Long limbs of an insect.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Close to Home, by S. Freedman-Lawson.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: A squirrel runs across a picnic blanket. Text: Anya Says The Squirrel In Hir Backyard Is A Reincarnation -</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Eulogy, by Saul Freeedman-Lawson, over the blank outline of an obituary. Image descriptions to follow are the text of the comic as well as the images.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Text: The thing is, I learned interruption as a way to say "I hear you"/ which doesn't make sense, but sometimes when I love what you have to say I talk over you/ Know that when I do, I'm not listening to myself/ I will stop. Image: Water bugs scoot off the edges of the page.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Text: ... In which I dream of a young man in a beautiful dress, who texts me "I want to scrub your heels with sunshine." Image: Bare feet, hairy legs, standing between heavy, unlaced boots.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: A passport, with a picture of a young, thin white person with short messy hair. Text: This past December, I visited New York City. When I travel, I struggle to imagine that people like me live in the place I’m visiting. I know they must...</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: - of a butch neither of us met and both of us admired. Image: Squirrel sits on the steps of a porch. Someone with shoulder-length curly hair sits on the grass in the foreground.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>With thanks to: Audre Lorde's "Uses of the Erotic," Twoey Gray's "Not Home: True Stories From Abandoned Places," Marquise Bey's "The Song Required of Captivity: Just Above My Head and the Trans-ness of James Baldwin," Nayland Blake's Free!Love!Tool!Box!, Mark Dery's "Edward Gorey's Gothic Nonsense," T Fleischmann's Time Is The Thing A bOdy Moves Through, Essex Hemphill and Joseph Beam's Brother to Brother: New Writings by Black Gay Men, a statue, and Óscar Romero becoming a saint, Ellis Martin and Zach Ozma's "Lou Sullivan and the Future of Gay Sex," a Facebook post from the group "Middle Aged Humour," and Ian Young's "Encounters with Authors.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: A hand covering a mouth. A shadow stretches behind the hand like a censoring bar. An insect climbs out between the fingers.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: A young man in dress patterned with feathers, holding a cell phone. He is possibly on a bus- background is loose.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: The same person, walking through an airport scanner. Text: but after walking through airports designed to make me feel like an error in the system, I have trouble believing it.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: "It's an adversarial relationship" says a femme sitting on picnic blanket. Hir legs and skirt and some of hir hair are visible off the side of the page. A butch in a plaid button-down faces the squirrel.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>I am at the library, falling in love with another dead man. (A figure in a leather coat and a hat crouches in front of a bookshelf.) His body is still cooling on the shelves. (A loose, yellow sketch of a naked man twists over the books.) It is a dizzy kind of power to take him. (A figure holding a book descends through darkness in an elevator, tiny.) This is not a rescue. (Bands of light scan the book.)</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Text: I learned that my hands were wrong and my body was not even a body/ When I touch it always feels to me like trespass/ When I am touched it feels like water bugs/ I am wanting/ I will stop. Image: A single water bug.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Text: ... In which a friend tells me my middle school crush came out as trans, and now wears glasses. Image: Hands with forks hover over two plates . Speech bubble on left says "Glasses?!" Bubble on right says "Yeah?"</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: An airplane in flight. Text: It took me fourteen years to find them in my own city. A few days doesn’t seem like enough time.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Text: Ze hosts in four-inch wedges on the grass, and googles whether squirrels can eat cookies. Image: "They can't," says the femme. They have thick, curly hair, and they are wearing a plaid dress and a cardigan. "Oh boy..." someone says, from off the page.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>And if he had lived, I would be on his street all the time, / and I would pass him, walking home late at night, (two figures overlap, the young person in the coat and the outline of shape of a bearded man) and we would make eye contact / or not / nod / or not / except that if he had lived he would almost certainly have left the city.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: A hand and forearm, mostly underwater. Bugs skate on the surface.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: Two sets of hands eating- the person on the left gestures in the air with a fork. "I had such a crush on him..." says Left. "Yeah?" says Right. "I saw him at the-" "Trans and glasses?" Left interrupts. "The whole package. Wow..." "Dude," says Right.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: A young person with short coily hair and glasses, wearing small hoop earrings. Text: Getting off the plane, I saw a tall person striding in the opposite direction, and did a double take. They were clearly something similar to me, the same species of other. Then, heading out to catch a taxi, I saw another one. Image: A butch; fat, handsome, slightly older. Text: Totally different, but somehow the same. There were three of us in one place.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Text: When we were 16(?) Anya was the first person to call me a butch. Image: A young butch and femme look at each other. The femme raises an eyebrow, the butch looks stressed. "Are you a boy? Are you a lesbian?" asks the femme. "I don't know. I don't know!" says the butch. Text: Which is to say: ze is always right in uneasy ways.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>I know this, as only death allows, of a man I might have met and I hope would not have liked, a man who is indicted by the people who praise him and the things they praise him for, a man with a museum’s worth of shame. (In yellow, a partially dissected fetal pig shows its large intestine.)</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>(Image of a thin middle-aged person in a sweater and button up, with their hair a little longer on top. ) The next day, on the sidewalk, there was someone else. We weren’t just in airports, but on city streets-</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>I learned that gift were not to be accepted, and so part of you will always be unacceptable/ When you ask me back, when you remember me/ It hurts/ It will stop. Image: Two legs of a water bug.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: ... In which a foot touches mine on public transit, and neither of us moves away. Image: The tip of a sneaker resting on top of the tip of a boot.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: The butch in plaid sits in the grass. Text: The squirrel thing does not sit right with me. I still ask for advice.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>And he was a collector / and I am also a collector / but he brought home warm and uncontrollable bodies / and when I push pins into him he does not bleed /so he cannot prove me wrong. (Photographs pinned to a wall and connected by string form the shape of a body. In the photos: animals, young men.)</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: Two people sitting on a bus, feet touching. Close up panel of feet, then another panel of the same image of two people.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: A fat person in a tanktop with spiky hair and piercings. Text: and pushing through Times Square-</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: A hand inserts an insect into a doorknob, as if it were a key.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: "So I guess I just wanted to say thank you, and also how do I do this? How did you do this?" says the butch. The squirel is silent.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>In that failure of a body and that absence of speech, (a hand, still in a leather coat, holds the “hand” of the photograph body) I am falling in love.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: A young thin person in a button up, holding a small child with long curly hair. Text: and at the Jewish museum, with a kid! They caught me looking and smiled.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>I am at the library falling in love with two dead men, pressing my face into the anthology they built between their deaths, reading aloud summoning spells that would have populated a city block if they had worked (a small shadow reads on the steps of a building, through the windows of which bright yellow men talk and kiss and fuck and draw and make music and live) -</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: Later in the week, I went to a show with my younger sibling. Here I expected more of us, and found two. Image: A thin, floppy-haired person in a suit making their way to their seat, and a teen in a bandana stage-dooring in full rainbow apparel. They even had a flag!</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>- Mediations by search parties, still looking (the shadow of a fat man in spotlight films the scene) -</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: A person with long, straight hair and a small beard, wearing a fluffy coat. Text: I saw a third on the subway ride back to the hotel.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>- Love letters like dancing naked on a grave, like a bad joke. (A nude Black man, seen from behind, stands on a pedestal in a grave yard.) In speech bubbles with no tails: “He always said my ass could bring a dead man back to life, and I am taking so many chances."</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: Once I started looking, we were everywhere. Walking through a market. Image: A young person with medium length hair and a large nose, like a hybrid of all the Beatles in 1965. Text: In the men's room. Image: A small person in a tuque, with little hoops, looking down.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>To become a saint you do not need a miracle in your lifetime, only prayers after, but it does need to be after. (A black shadow, long haired, in a skirt, standing, and a yellow shadow, bearded, skirt slightly pushed up, sitting on a tombstone. They are kissing.)</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: A young, thin, short-haired person with round glasses, short hair, and a floral shirt holding a book. Text: I visited the Greenlight Bookstore and saw them arranging books in the window. I bought “The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For” and “Butch Heroes.” Now I want to work in a bookstore.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>And I am on my couch trying to find the letter writers (me, a young, thin, white person frowning into a book and a laptop) and half of them are gone - a newspaper fragment “…in 1960. He was the…nded Mendel Catholic… and track, and as a…ship to Chicago State…ilitary, during which… He was divorced…and film career…the disease three years - and half of them are still going -another fragment, from Linkedin “…California Marshall…Angeles, California, US 500+ connections… Join to connect… for services… commercial real estate…mortgage lending, real…all details…” - and I feel as far from the living as the dead.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: I saw another person walking nearby. Image: A short-haired person with a hoop in their upper ear and a strong chin. Image: Two people, one tall with floppy hair and the other with short coily hair and glasses Text: and these two, arm in arm, laughing.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Written over redacted text and photos: Living friend, sometimes I cannot bear to read the things you write because I know how they will one day sound. I hate the way they love us like they are waiting for us to die. Living friend, last year I found a photo of myself I did not know existed and I archived it like I would any body. I hate the way they pray to you.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: A person shown from behind, with a coily long-on-the-top fade. Text: Checking out of the hotel, I noticed a shiny blue coat.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>When I tear my clothes / and cover the mirrors / I do not mean that this is a shiva/ but maybe we never learned the difference. It all just tastes of salt. (Fabric rips, is taped across a mirror frame. Then the tape pulls off and the fabric is draped over two bodies embracing, emerging.)</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: A blond person with a moustache and long, thick hair. Text: The person in line ahead of me at the airport had flowing hair and a long coat, like a princess on a mission.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Living friend, love me now, for my warm and uncontrollable self (teeth, bared, bite down on thread) and I will love you for your blood and all the ways we disappoint each other (lips suck blood off a thumb) our failing bodies (thread passes through the tiny holes surrounding a rip in leather) and our failing words (zoom out: I am mending the coat, a thumbtack in my teeth, needle and thread in hand).</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: Inside the terminal I kept looking, but here was no one I could see right away. Then, leaving my stall in the washroom, I saw they’d been waiting, and we made eye contact. Image: A floppy haired person with a beard. Sinks in the background.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>I am at the library falling in love / and I am at bars that are no longer bars (bars of red light on a brick wall) bathhouses that are no longer bathhouses (a fence, pavement, clasped hands) gasping ghosts into my mouth on the sidewalk (nude yellow figures merge in a bright red shape) -</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: A plane in flight. Text: They nodded.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>And they spread through me, bright yellow under the skin (hands work yellow colour into an invisible surface) -</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: I don't know how I got to the bottom of the stairs. By S. Freedman-Lawson. Image: A flight of stairs.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image of a plane landing, and a speech bubble reading: New York, huh?</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>And you, living friend, are warm and outside me. (Yellow and red clouds in my cheeks and lungs, my mouth, my throat.)</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: A young, thin white person with short hair lying on their side with their eyes closed. Though bubble: Did I sleep here?</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image of a speech bubble reading: You got family there?</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: The same person, sitting up on a stair. They say aloud "I don't remember how I got to the bottom..." Three figures, one quite small, are silhouetted in the foreground.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Text: When it comes back - (Image of them sitting on a couch) I am sitting on the couch - (Image of them walking) I am going to ask a question - (Image of them on the stairs) I am climbing - (Image of them looking through the railing) I am opening my mouth - It doesn't help.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: My mind slurs, stutters, suffocates. Image: A mouth closed, then opening, then closed.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: The lower part of their face, red and shaded in scribbled line. Text: I am lightheaded.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text, falling down a set of stairs: I must be headed down.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: A car, driving off the edge of the page.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: An automatic door opening. The sign above it is cut off a both ends, reading "-llege hospit-"</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: Monitors attached to a chest and belly. Text: And I do not have a heart condition. Image: A syringe, drawing blood from an arm. Text: And I am not iron deficient. Image: A scalpel on a napkin, next to a small plastic tub. Text: And I ate breakfast.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: And I do not have a concussion Image: A hand flipping over on another hand. Fingers rubbing together next to ears. A hand pointing to the centre of the page.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Zines</image:title>
      <image:caption>Image: The person standing on stairs, falling, landing at the bottom. Text: The aches and bruises tell a story. My head hit the floor. My head hit the wall. My knees hit the railing. My shoulder was crushed under me.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: Half a scrapbook, with three pictures taped in: A baby being held; a child in the water in a bathing suit; a shirtless, long-haired child on a play structure. Text: But I'm living in a body</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: With a history I can't remember. Image: A blank scrapbook page, with an outline where a photo would be taped.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Image: A large hand, reaching up. Three tiny images: The person shakes as hands grab them around the waist from behind. A younger person, maybe the same, with long hair, reaches up in front of a mirror. A much younger person, long hair, dives through water off the edge of the page. Text: Where have I been?</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text: Where have I been? Image: A very small hand reaches up into nothing.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Text, descending a flight of stairs: I don't know how I got to the bottom of the stairs.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>ID: Interior pages from Naturally. Text: And when the deer arrived, they were just like the kids. Image: Three kids of different ages watch two deer. Two deer watch three kids of different ages. Text: Untamed. Frightened. Exactly right. Image: Deer feet shuffle in the grass. Kid feet shuffle in the grass.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - Naturally (Old Growth Press)</image:title>
      <image:caption>ID: Interior pages from Naturally. Text: I have never changed so fast, never hurt so much. What is natural, anyway? Image: A child sits in the rib cage of a deer. A fawn sleeps in the rib cage of a person.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - How To Make A Phone Call (VICE)</image:title>
      <image:caption>ID: A person with long, dark hair, a hooked nose, and a soft chin looks in shock at a telephone, the cord of which is wrapped around them. Blasting out of the phone are the words “How To Get Over Your Phone Anxiety Enough To Make The Calls You Need To Make.”</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - How To Make A Phone Call (VICE)</image:title>
      <image:caption>ID: The caption reads “1. There’s a lot less judgement than you may imagine: we’re all weird, (especially right now).” A thin person with dark curly hair, big glasses, and tattoos fiddles anxiously with a piece of string while making a phone call inside a pillow fort. On the other side of the image, a small fat person with a small beard holds a phone between their ear and shoulder while carrying a child (both the adult and the child are wearing sorcerer's hats).</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>ID: The caption reads “2. Pick a face to talk to.” A fat person in a flannel shirt with a short, coily fade is holding a phone out in front of them as they look at a picture of Lizzo. “Hey there!” they say.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>ID: The caption reads “3. Write a script: it’s three lines and I’ll do two of them for you.” A thin person dressed as Columbia from the Rocky Horror Picture Show walks across a stage, talking into a phone. “Hi/Hello/Howdy!” they say. Their second speech bubble reads “[What you need to discuss]” and the third reads “Can you help me with that?/ Is now a good time for you to talk?”</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>ID: The caption reads “4. Plan ahead for troubleshooting…” On one side of the image, a small, fat blond man with a moustache deflects the words “How can I help you ma’am?” with a shield reading “I’m sorry, who?... Oh I got confused because you said ma’am so I wasn’t sure who you meant.” On the other side, a fat niqabi power chair user in a patterned jacket deflects the barely legible words “Good morning! How are you today?” with a shield reading “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. Can you please go where the cell signal is stronger?”</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - How To Make A Phone Call (VICE)</image:title>
      <image:caption>ID: The caption reads “... so you don’t just freeze.” On one side, a thin person with long box braids wearing a trans symbol necklace, with their cane next to the chair they’re sitting in, deflects a speech bubble mostly hidden by clouds with a shield reading “Ugh, sorry, I missed that last bit. Do you mind repeating it?” On the other, a thin person with long dark hair and a light moustache drinks tea as they deflect the words “Have you made a choice?” with a shield reading “Thanks for this information. Let me think it over for a moment.”</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - How To Make A Phone Call (VICE)</image:title>
      <image:caption>ID: The caption reads “5. Crack the code for “I am done talking now.” A hand with short, striped nails turns the dial on a combination lock. Various points on the dial read “Can’t wait to see you next week!” “Let me let you go,” “...All right!” “I won’t keep you!” “I wish I could talk longer too, but I have to hang up now. This was so nice! Take care! Bye!” “Thanks for talking, I really enjoyed it,” and “I’m so sorry, but I have to go.”</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>ID: The text "How To Have A Disagreement Without Having A Fight, Jewish Book Council Special Edition," surrounded by orange and turquoise speech bubbles.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - How To Have A Disagreement Without Having A Fight (Jewish Book Council)</image:title>
      <image:caption>ID: Three children sit on the ground. "Rabbi, did Abraham do the right thing?" asks a child with short locs, wearing a snail shirt. "Can we eat kitniyot on Pesach?" asks another, with dark chin-length hair. "Is there a heaven?" asks a third, with long, light-coloured messy hair and a striped shirt. "Absolutely!" says one speech bubble. "Not!" interrupts another.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Work - How To Have A Disagreement Without Having A Fight (Jewish Book Council)</image:title>
      <image:caption>ID: "Sure, but what about this section?" asks a person with short curly hair in a plaid shirt and kippah, looking down at a large book. "Even so! Look-" replies a bearded power chair user wearing a tichel and a cardigan.</image:caption>
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