Jaede Bayala
Forward Being stuck at home, not knowing when you will be able to leave can really affect how you feel, and what you create. This zine is to showcase how this time of quarantine is affecting us through our art; what comforts us, what makes us sad, happy, angry? Hopefully this is something we can look back on to understand how people were affected. This is Breaking Out Vol. 1. Love, Love, Jaede Bayala 2
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Home long since boarded up, Windows Train tracks going nowhere. Windowssmoke long since up, Molasses fromboarded semi-trucks, Train tracks going Tracing pictures in nowhere. the air. Molasses smoke from semi-trucks, Tracing pictures in the air.candy, Sidewalk cracks and sour Bubblegum, a broke-down store. Sidewalk cracks and sour candy, Empty bottles of vodka and brandy, Bubblegum, broke-down store. Dusty light, aaswinging door. Empty bottles of vodka and brandy, Dustysnow light,and a swinging door. Dirty dirty water, Tired minds and heavy hearts. ADirty big rough a smiling snow hand, and dirty water, toddler, Hungry eyes, and and heavy hiddenhearts. art. Tired minds A big rough hand, a smiling toddler, Hungry eyes, and hidden art.
poem by Bella McClendon 3
art by Niklaus Tessman 4
photos by Jaede Bayala 5
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poem by Priscilla O 8
photo by AngĂŠlica Morales 9
photos by Jaede Bayala 10
Alone, we bedroom. Alone, wesit sitin inmy myuncomfortably uncomfortablysilent silent bedroom. “Hello—again. outout of of mymy mouth. “Hello—again.””AAcroaky croakyvoice voicestumbles stumbles mouth. “Why She doesn’t hold back “Why did didyou youlet letme mebreak—again?” break—again?” She doesn’t hold back with with her her rightful rightfulaccusations. accusations. him, butbut he he didn’t II provide provide an anexplanation, explanation,“you “youran ranafter after him, run after ” you.” didn’t runyou. after “You should’ve ”” “You should’vestopped stoppedme. me. With aa sigh two, butbut youyou chase With sighIIsay, say,“I“Idid—for did—fora ayear yearoror two, after boys like you’re the one in cross country.” chase after boys like you’re the one in cross country.” Tossing my answer aside, she winces. With the care of a Tossing my answer aside, she winces. With the care of a mother, my arms pick her up and set her on the bed. mother, my arms pick her up and set her on the bed. “Just bring me the bandages.” She requests. “Just bring me thetobandages. requests. already on My hand gestures the basket” She of Band-Aids the nearby My hand gestures“And to the basket of Band-Aids nightstand. I’ve already fetched you already the medion the nearby “And fetched youwith the cine. Here’s twonightstand. pills of poetry andI’ve thealready cup of tears to take medicine. twotopills poetry andwith the eagerness.) cup of tears to them.” (SheHere’s responds theof medications take with them. ” (She responds the medications ea Before she verbally shares allto the imaginary dateswith she had gerness.) planned, I inform her, “there’ll be no friends to visit us while you heal Before verbally shares all the imaginary dates she thisshe time. ” had planned, I inform her, “there’ll be no friends to visit us “What, why?!” “We’re quarantined, while you heal this time.remember?” ” She fallswhy?!” back onto the bed, letting out a heavy puff of air. “What, “Well... it’s about time you remember?” really get to know me… so… hello, “We’re quarantined, again. ” My heart greets She falls back ontome. the bed, letting out a heavy puff of
air. “Well... it’s about time you really get to know me… so… hello, again.” My heart greets me. ~ CarolineGrace Grace04.13.20 04.13.20conversations conversations with beating thing ~ Caroline with thethe beating thing that that was my chest was in myinchest
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seen: Anya Roberts 12
poem by Priscilla O 13
art by Jaede Bayala 14
photo by Priscilla O 15
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photos by Jaede Bayala 17
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photos by AngĂŠlica Morales 20
Hold Still Just hold still, this will pass Keep on breathing, slow or fast Count your reasons to stay alive Count the seconds plodding by You have been through time and trial But please hold out a little while You can build it up to last But build it slow, don’t build it fast Ten more seconds, please hold still I know you’re sick, I know you’re ill Ten more seconds, you won’t drown Then start again and count back down
poem by Bella McClendon
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