In threes come good things.

{An aurora of polar bears I have dreamt of, a new zine by Louise.}




{Birds that have caught my eye in print, but I've never been lucky enough to see in reality, a new zine by Louise.}




{Five proud birds, a new zine by Louise.}

Wednesday failed to wear kid gloves. It afforded no soothing balm or tonic for its bitter taste of frustration. Yesterday, all things, seemingly regardless of my will, fashioned themselves pear shaped. Ballooning distortions and all else in between was the order of the day.
 
If, like me, you have the misfortune to find yourself ensnared by such a day ridiculous, perhaps you need your very own aurora of polar bears to coo in your ear. Let it be a lullaby of sorts, a pocket-sized little helper printed on lilac-hued paper. On the other hand, perhaps you need the aid of a string of five proud birds with chests puffed full. Alternatively, perhaps you need for that sleeve in your wallet, a small folded zine with a mockingbird in pencil drawn.

If so, head here, friend, do.

+ Waves of sleep: "As darkness falls and thoughts turn to slumber, waves of sleep wash over seagulls huddling against the elements. This is not poetry, but a discovery made by a scientist who has been studying sleep in bird colonies."